The 2014 Summer Solstice

The mountains behind Ullapool on Loch Broom

The photo: Ullapool in the foreground with light clouds obscuring the mountains where Location Z is located. Sunrise on the Summer Solstice (June 21, 2014) was at 4:18 British daylight time.

The weather at Location Z:  There was light rain and the temperature on the Holy site was 42° F with an 11 mph wind from the west. It wasn’t as miserable as on the 2013 Winter Solstice, but it was not pleasant. I just can’t seem to give up hoping for a sunny day on the site during a celestial celebration. Statistically there is an average of 14 rainy days at Ullapool in June while there are 21 rainy days in December. So there was about a 50% chance we might avoid rain, but didn’t.

However, the peat fires in massive fire-pits liberally sprinkled with incendiary powder to eliminate smoke and sparks burnt off some of the cloud directly over the altars so visibility around the altars and priestesses’ and inductee’s tents was good and the laying of tons and tons of packed gravel up the reconditioned mountain road and around the altars and tents made walking around to get from the dressing tents to the altars far easier by not having to wade through mud. As Priestesses we were all wearing Gaynors and the rain didn’t affect our ability to work en pointe in ascending and descending from the altars and the polymer blocks and shanks along with the satin fabric and ribbons held together well and provided their usual support even when soaked.  

Aristocracy Vs. Workers: For the 2014 Summer Solstice His Grace decided to concentrate on inducting eligible sons of his titled friends.  Lest readers think the old bull was indulging in snob appeal, much of the reason for investing sons of the well-born into the old ways rather than virgin males from working class families is that the pool of virgin working class males on His Graces estates has been depleted by our inducting so many at one time. One could argue that we needed to harvest virgins where we found them while they still retained their virginity. But still, there were a finite number within His Graces estates and currently it is depleted. So, each of the four demi-priestesses and I took only one inductee each for at least three acts of penetrative intercourse on the five altars with first penetration beginning at exactly sunrise, 4:18 AM BDT. 

Virgin prepping: There was some fear on our part that the inductees might not fully appreciate the delights of the female body. None were younger than 16 and all truthfully said (we have ways to verify that they weren’t lying) that they had never had penile-vaginal-intercourse (PVI) with a human female which while not impossible was difficult to believe as they are all eldest sons who will inherit the family title and are in demand socially. All are well hung, uncut, strong, handsome and from a woman’s perspective very sexually desirable young men. They admitted to repeated acts of anal intercourse while wearing condoms as that was the nearest they could get to a vagina in a boys-school and several admitted to fucking Ewes on their father’s estates.  Which says a lot about how sexually repressed the British upper classes are. 

The inductees had joined us at the Abbey on Tuesday so we had an opportunity to work with them and they got to watch the women’s and Terry’s morning ballet class and we were pleased to note the erections interfering with the drape of their slacks; always a good sign in a woman’s prospective sex partner. Since they hadn’t been around unclothed female bodies we also taught them what the clitoris and G-spot are and how to gently manipulate them with the fingers and tongue during foreplay to effectively arouse a partner. Then gave them time to practice, after some additional coaching, giving us clitoral orgasms the male effort left them aroused but unsatisfied so we needed to give them relief.

To release the blood pooling in the virgin’s pelvic areas after fondling us to orgasms we gave them oral, blowing them at least twice a day and immediately prior to sunrise on the 21^st, with the hope that having routine sexual releases up until we relieved them of their virginity they would all last longer while we were coupled on the altars. Too, we also gave them, as a “nutritional supplement”, 50 mg of Viagra at 3:00 AM with breakfast on the solstice just in case any of them might have performance anxiety. And as I mentioned earlier we were hoping to get at least three orgasms from each man if they had the stamina and were looking forward to having the men do most of the work. 

Secondary altar precedence: With the four secondary altars available on the North, South, East and West of the principal altar all my girls are major participants. Returning readers will recall that the North altar is close to the cliff edge, but Jack says the rock it’s on is quite solid so while it looks dangerous if the wind isn’t blowing from the South the celebrant and her partner on the North altar should be quite safe and today the wind was from the west. Willow had first choice for this celebration and being a granddaughter of His Grace she has precedence and chose to offer herself on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun. The other girls chose to celebrate on the altars they occupied in the spring; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one. Odile is a risk taker and wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away and with the wind from the west we did not insist she and her partner wear safety harnesses.

Sunrise on the Solstice: Before the ceremonial procession of priestesses to the altars we all had the traditional cup of gorse brandy to dull the chill. The brandy distilled on His Graces estates is celebrated for its sweetness and potency by brandy aficionados. I’m pleased to say that our aristocratic teen inductees didn’t disappoint in their vigor and stamina, though they were somewhat lacking in manual fingering and penile thrusting techniques, which was understandable under the circumstances. Wrapped in hooded shearling robes when mated and the inductee thrusting into us for all he’s worth we were all warm enough.  Even with oral sex three hours before mounting the altar the boys couldn’t last more than 5 minutes w/o ejaculating so with only one virgin male each it took less than 45 minutes to transfer as much of their semen into our vaginas as they and we were capable of, having to ripple grip all of them when they tired while trying for four in a row and began to wilt.

As is traditional His Grace mounted me on the main altar after all the rest were finished and he was in good form lasting 15 minutes before spewing seed against the soft rubber dome of my Reflexions flat spring diaphragm. As I’m CD22 and luteal today there was no danger of my getting pregnant from sex during the ceremony, but I feel more fully dressed for success with the thin stretchy latex membrane protecting my cervix. I suppose it’s a girl thing!  Jack had to help him off me, and from that I knew I’d given him a really good tight ride.

Afterward: The ride down the mountain with us all wrapped in our shearling robes and drinking another cup gorse brandy was uneventful. At the hunting lodge we had the ritual burning of the priestesses and initiates shearling robes, hoods and shoes.  I’m pleased to say that using the incineration powder the polymer in our GM pointes burnt completely w/o smoke or odor after which we had lunch.

During lunch His Grace spoke to the young men who had given up their virginity this morning telling them of the small sacred society which they had just joined and suggested that they recruit any virgin friends they thought worthy of consideration for induction into the old ways. Then the young men were escorted back to their homes all over the UK and the rest of our party departed for the Abbey wanting to get there before dark when a storm is forecast.

 

Gas mask party and a reader's query

A German gas mask made by Drager

The Photo: The photo [above] shows a German Drager, the kind of gas mask typically used here by parking valet services at fetish parties as it has a wide field of view. Because of the heat and the effort to suck air through a working filter canister the filter is usually removed from the canister for parking attendants and security personnel.

A U.S. joint forces MCU2AP-2 gas mask with the comm. Link cord

Bea and gas masks: I had Bea fitted with a relatively late model gas mask so we could crash one of a rival casino’s off-site fetish parties. It’s the same type I currently wear a MCU2AP-2 [shown above] with a tinted lens and comm. unit so we could talk with each other when we split up as we mingled. The canister can be worn on the right or left which is more convenient than a front mounted canister for having missionary sex. In a fetish context empty filter canisters are usually used to complete the look while making it easier to breathe during the intense effort of orgasmic sex. At night and in bright sun it’s almost impossible to see through the tinted lens from the outside to see who is wearing it. I took the invitations from two elite escorts, from the other casinos stable and left them duct taped together in their apartment closet after gassing them with chloroform from a small squirt bottle as they tried on their MCU2AP gas masks w/o the filters screwed on.

I’d been working on my plan for weeks, ever since the party had been advertised to the casino’s list of kinky high rollers. I seduced then copied the girls the apartment key from one of their boyfriends who kept it in a Laddie Caddy he always carries. I took it briefly when he was distracted trying to get in my panties. I told him I needed to check my protection if he didn’t want to use a condom and in the ladies I pressed the key into a wax pad and made an impression. The guy thought his shit didn’t stink and he did have amazing control. I’d watched him work in Naughty’s before; teasing his conquests as they hung in bar slings until they begged him to give them an orgasm. He has a great body, lovely grey eyes, was a good talker and had great stamina, but finally I tired of the game and ripple gripped him just when he thought he had me gasping and pleading for more. It was a covert ripple-grip with me tightening gradually and moving my hips very slightly when he was trying to remain perfectly still and think of his alimony payments (or whatever) to keep from coming in me. He thought he was having a bad night and apologized for filling me with semen when he said he had intended to withdraw. I could feel him swell inside me and his breath go shallow and ragged and his grip on my shoulders tightened before he shot his wad so he knew exactly what he was doing and withdrawal was never in the cards! We parted friends w/o ever exchanging names, him with a big smile on his face and me with the impression of his GF’s apartment key and draining his seed into my thong.

Due diligence: I wasn’t about to expose Bea to a major male sex god w/o taking some precautions. Fortunately birthday boy’s medical records were available to my data mining company. His most recent paternity test occurred only a week or so earlier and showed that he was not only the father, but was free of all known STIs which was a huge relief. If he had been positive I wouldn’t have even mentioned that he would be in town much less arranged a meeting. If necessary there are ways to handle an unintended pregnancy but some STIs are incurable and possibly fatal so it’s a really good idea to know the sexual health of a partner before being intimate with him even if condoms are being used because some infections can be spread w/o genital contact.

The entrance: Bea and I both wore twin-pull back-zip latex catsuits, matching hoods and gloves. The lower pull can be used as a relief zipper providing full access for bodily functions and sex. And of course our gas masks. I would have worn pointes, but that would have given me away as so few other women there had the training or inclination to wear them. So we both wore Louboutin gladiator sandals with 4 inch heels. Expensive but they fit right in. I was so proud of Bea in her heels. She walks in them so gracefully and confidently as though she has been wearing heels for years. I drove a Ford Taurus borrowed from Adolph that had Arizona plates borrowed from a junker in a scrap yard and when we showed our invitations to the gate guard she lowered the hydraulic bollard barrier and I drove on to the estate.

The party: The event was to celebrate the birthday of an A-list rocker who owns a piece of the casino and is into latex, gas masks and fucking very young women, not necessarily in that order. He has left a string of pregnant teens in his wake for years most of them aborting the fruit of his loins except for the one or two who have resorted to suicide. Bea gets wet every time she hears his songs and has most of them on the playlist on her iPod. She so wanted to experience having one of the modern kings of rock fuck her brains out and had fantasized about leaving an assignation with his seed draining into her thong so this seemed to be the perfect opportunity to introduce her clandestinely to A-list sex.

Not that she didn’t plan to give him a good time with her very strong vaginal muscles, but her goal was to have what she calls a ‘cream orgasm’, that is take him bareback with her using only her Reflexions and the silicone based lube DiveGel+ that contains a 4% O9 spermicide for protection. Bea and I are (for now) still in menstrual synchrony and that day we were both CD12 and fertile so it was a risk for her to be mounted bareback by a man with a string of unplanned pregnancies to his credit, but she could use ella (the EC tablet) afterward if it looked as though her diaphragm might have leaked so she was really looking forward to having him spew semen all over the outside of her Reflexions as he thrust into her cervix.

The meeting: Actually, things went really well from Bea’s perspective. There were a lot of women our size with gorgeous bodies wearing latex so she didn’t look or act out of place with her well toned body in a room full of showgirls and escorts and a few high roller women groupies who look uncomfortable in latex. I though Bea was lovely with her toned arms, legs and flat belly sheathed in the polished yellow latex of her suit. None of the women took off their masks, all drinking through their masks drinking straw feature or not hydrating, at least that I saw. I had found out that Bea’s birthday-boy target is particularly fond of the color yellow which why I had her wear that color and it drew the rocker’s attention almost immediately. So after he chatted briefly with a group of women he seemed to know he made his way through the guests to Bea’s side. I was with Bea as he approached and I whispered to her over the comm. link to be demure, let him take the imitative and just to follow his lead.

He looked really sexy with lovely hard thighs a slim waist and broad shoulders shown off in shiny black latex and his Mestel SGE 150 gas mask. He smelled of rubber, latex polish and that marvelous male musk that makes a woman’s pelvis tingle. The lens of his mask was clear and we could see him smile as he said “Welcome little darling” with a plumy Berkshire accent as he twisted the erect nipple of her left breast. Over our comm. link I could hear her gasp and moan softly and begin to wobble in her 4-inch heels while his other hand fondled her groin searching for the pull of her relief zipper. I stepped back, whispering that she should let him continue to lead as he opened the zipper and inserted two fingers. She whispered “Oh God he has his fingers in me feeling the rim of my D.” I just smiled. Everything was going as planned.

I thought he might push her down over the back of one of the couches and take her in front of the rest of his guests, but he withdrew his fingers, rubbed them across his thumb and smiled as he found she was draining copious amounts of her arousal juices. Fortunately her Reflexions was correctly positioned so all her stretchy egg-white fertile cervical mucus was being collected in the dome. He leaned down and touched his mask lens to hers and said “Lets get away from the crowd, there’s a room in the back”, she nodded and he led her away. I was so proud of her! She’d gotten her nerves under control so that her ankles didn’t wobble, her breathing was steady and I loved the way she accentuated the swing of her rubber sheathed hips as she moved toward their penetrative encounter.

She told me afterward that once in the room he opened her zipper further giving him full access and commented that he loved hairless pussies as she had been waxed four days earlier in preparation for offering herself to him. She said that he asked her to open his relief zipper and help him out of his athletic cup so she knelt and eased his penis and balls out of his cup holding his reproductive future gently in her hands. Caressing him she found he was uncut and loved watching as his glans appeared as he lengthened and his foreskin rolled back letting his thick erection glisten from the pre-ejaculate he was already producing. She said she could smell the musky scent of semen, latex and a scented condom lube through the empty filter canister so she knew she wouldn’t be his first of the day. She said she really wanted to suck him off but didn’t want to take her mask off so she could be identified later.

Penetration:  After he was erect it went quickly. She was pleased to find that he wasn’t as long as she had feared, but he was wonderfully thick which she loves. She thought he would mount her while lying on the bed. Instead he reached behind her put his hands under her firm high buttocks and lifted her off the floor. She spread her legs and guided him to her entrance then wrapped her legs around his waist. With her arms around his neck he moved them across the room and placed her so her back was against the wall and pushed at the same time she tightened her legs around his waist. With a single powerful thrust he penetrated her as far as he could go and their pelvises hit with a solid and rather painful thud. I could hear what was happening over Bea’s comm. link. They gasped simultaneously, she from him compressing her clit when their pelvises slammed together and he as he as he murmured “Oh My God you are so tight! How did you get to be this tight?” And she murmured back, “I’m a ballet dancer; you should feel my grip when I’m taken on my toes.” His hands under her rubber sheathed bum supporting her weight he rapidly drilled her with powerful strokes. It was all lust and no gentleness on his part, but she was so turned on having his thick unsheathed piston pumping inside her that she came twice before he got off splattering a few milliliters of molten pearl against the protective latex membrane of her diaphragm. Their encounter had lasted less then five minutes after he entered her.

Afterglow: Still hard inside her he held her against the wall and leaned against her while they enjoyed the afterglow from their physical exertions as their breathing returned to normal and sweat drained into their suits and masks. Bea was pleased that the splatter mask lenses she was wearing prevented the sweat from burning her eyes as it was the first time she had worn them for protection during a sexual encounter. She said she thought about ripple gripping him as she felt him going soft inside her, but decided not to because she didn’t want him to think she was that experienced. He lowered her gently to the floor and they rearranged their respective parts, zipped up their suits and he walked her back into the main room with the rest of his guests.

Bea knew the drill, we were to leave immediately she had gotten what she came for so we said our goodbyes to the rocker and headed for the door. He was surprised that we were leaving so early, but Bea told him we couldn’t stay longer because “We need to make the three AM bed-check at the convent.” We walked out of the house at 2:15 AM and were out the gate five minutes later. No one checks guests leaving a party.

An enquiring reader asks: You mentioned that Bea "has become a much greater risk taker than is good for someone of her age and experience." I'm curious, what risks has she been taking? What aggressive acts need moderation?

Given the effort required to obtain a death rubber for a girl of her age and the risks involved in having her harvest and learn to use it I thought that rather than answer this query in a comment, I would reply in a post where more people can form an opinion of Bea and how she approaches challenges.

She has shown up for training with escort candidates w/o having her diaphragm inserted. She did have her slit kit with her, but in training we have a strict protocol that any time a student is around a man she trains with she should have her diaphragm correctly placed with fresh spermicide in the dome. Returning readers will recall Bea is not on hormones and right now her uterus is too small to comfortably wear even a GyneFix IUD. So a diaphragm is her sole method of contraception since condoms are not worn for training in order for the girls to become confident that the contraception they are using will protect them. Granted this is a bit riskier for Bea in the near but a St Lucy’s girl in her circumstances and with her libido is expected to suck it up and be obsessive about her diaphragm wearing routine would stand her in good stead.

Worse, she has appeared for dive-sex classes w/o her diaphragm inserted for contraception and flood insurance. She wasn’t able to get into the pool area as the dressing room door to the pool wouldn’t open because the scanner detected the RFID chip in her diaphragm wasn’t behind her pelvic bone. Given that she has no other form of contraception at the moment, that she was approaching her fertile interval and she wouldn’t have been protected from having water forced into her uterus by the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusts if her vagina flooded, that was very reckless behavior.

I think wearing her very own death rubber that she harvested herself the former owner’s Chi will cause her to become more grounded and responsible. That has been the effect wearing a series of death rubbers has had on me regardless of how sexually irresponsible the previous owner had been. I can’t stress enough the additional confidence and greater perspective having any of my death rubbers inserted gives me so I’m certain that Bea’s perspective will benefit from her wearing one. It will be an amazing learning experience for her melding sex and life lessons from women much older and experienced than her.

   

Ripple Gripping - the tutorial

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Gigi goes behind the Red Door

Beavertail jacket showing twist-latch detail

Gigi gets her chance: Gigi, who turned 17 on October 1st, loves her part-time job as a Towel Girl at Splash, Adolph’s erotic underwater pleasure club in the hills outside town. Her father, Jacques, my primary stallion got her the job so she could practice her skills with European aristocrats who are drawn to the area by the chance to participate in very risky forms of underwater erotic play. Risky for both partners because some of the women employed by Splash are sociopaths, as are some of their men clients which is what makes every encounter behind the Red Door that leads into the restricted part of the club so fascinating. No one is sure if they will just enjoy each other’s bodies or if not, which one will survive. The fee for that sort of thing is extreme, but then so is the adrenaline rush of sex that is so intense the encounter could kill you.

Adolph has had me guest as a Towel Girl at Splash on occasions when he wants to impress a European business partner with someone his age who still has her looks and 20 years of experience strengthening her vaginal muscles. The men I entertain at Splash like what a woman can do with a very tight vagina and that’s a specialty in which I excel. I can grip the man in my ‘velvet vice’ and while he is distracted with what I’m doing to his manhood I can easily incapacitate him by pressing on his carotid artery. Even men far larger and stronger than me can be easily immobilized with that sort of misdirection. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that most men’s egos won’t let them contemplate much less believe that a small woman (I’m 5’4” and 105 lbs) can best him.

For the last year I’ve taken personal charge of Gigi’s dive skills training including strengthening her vaginal muscles. She always has a training aid inserted, usually a set of heavy one inch diameter stainless steel Ben Wa balls which she continuously moves up and down the length of her vagina building vaginal muscle strength and stamina. During Christmas break Jacques, Adolph and I agreed that Gigi was ready to begin working with the club’s special members behind the Red Door. I have been training Gigi with my circle of well hung stallions and they have given her high marks for stamina, pain tolerance and creativity and her supervisors at Splash who are retired dancer/escorts and run a tight ship say she is one of the better young TGs they have so it was unanimous that Gigi was ready and not being pushed into the deep end of the pool prematurely.

A vintage beavertail jacket: For her debut Gigi decided to wear her latest dive gear purchase a vintage red and black long sleeve neoprene beavertail jacket that she had found in her size at a garage sale. Since the recession tightened its grip and unemployment spiked in Las Vegas you can find some really nice things at unbelievable prices and the woman she bought it from for $15 was crying as Gigi drove away with it. She knew the vintage beavertail would show off her body, emphasizing her long shapely legs while the front zipper opened to display the lush swell of her C-cup breasts would only increase a club member’s interest in taking her into one of the pools for an intimate encounter.

The thing she likes about the beavertail design is that she can be seemingly unattainable, protected behind the thick impenetrable neoprene skin of her jacket, one minute and with a flick of a partner’s wrist the twist-latches of her beavertail can be opened so when she spreads her thighs the crotch drops away providing direct access to her vulva and clitoris, while a tug at the zippers neck pull exposes her breasts to be fondled and her nipples sucked. She has been talking to me about inducing lactation, but I’m trying to convince her that as young and beautiful as she is she doesn’t need the additional work of maintaining lactating breasts with her busy schedule. She can just enjoy her lover’s sucking on her nipples without worrying about clogged milk ducts and chapped nipples.

Vaginal prep: In the Towel Girls dressing room she emptied her bowels and bladder and inserted her 70 mm Reflexions flat spring latex diaphragm as a gas guard, tucked the anterior rim into her pubic notch then squatted and pushed down as though she was having a bowel movement three times to push the remaining air out of the dome and increase the strength of the vacuum. Pumping down the vacuum caused the dome to be sucked into her anterior fornix and she could feel the dome pulled tighter to ‘coat’ her cervix with the stretchy latex which made the diaphragm nearly impossible to under-thrust and increased her confidence that her cervix was well protected. Pregnancy wasn’t a worry because Gigi has a GyneFix frameless IUD implanted but PID or an embolism from air forced into her uterus is a real concern for Towel Girls. I had fitted her with the latex Reflexions to increase her safety with clients who intentionally under-thrust their Towel Girl’s gas guard for fun just to see if they can cause a serious injury while claiming it was an accident.

When she was satisfied her diaphragm vacuum was where she wanted it she inserted a 10 ml applicator of DiveGel+ and emptied the thick silicone gel-biocide combination deep in her vagina. Withdrawing the empty applicator she tossed it into the trash and Kegeled twice to squeeze the lube down the full length of her birth canal. Then smeared some that oozed out between her labia around over both sets of lips to make sure she was externally well lubed and ready for underwater penetration.

Professional pool pointes: Gigi had been after me to let her wear professional level pool pointes, the ones with the super flexible shanks that allow the wearer to point her feet to display high arches while underwater. The standard models, available from Gepetto’s specialty shop have polymer shanks that can be pre-arched, but are strong enough that they will support a dancer over her center while she is out of the water. Professional pool pointes (P³s) have shanks that are as flexible as those in well broken in conventionally made pointes so they provide very little support to the wearer when she is en pointe while out of the water. Although Gigi had been taking ballet in France she hadn’t started intensive five days a week training until the last year when she came to St Lucy’s and so I had her working on strengthening her feet and legs to be able to balance over her center in lightly shanked shoes for extended intervals. She has worked continuously and has gotten to the level I wanted so I told Gepetto I was satisfied that she could safely wear professional pool pointes and not injure or embarrass herself and he fit her for her first pair. The P³s have gripper slits on the soles and platforms to squeegee water off slippery surfaces to provide secure footing and she looks gorgeous in them.

For anyone wondering why Gigi needs to be wearing and proficient in Professionals, it’s because Towel Girls at Splash are judged on (among other things) their ability to do a pool-side barre for clients while wearing P³s and part of that is being able to pose stable and confident over her center in very lightly shanked shoes to demonstrate the strength of her feet. And, while balanced on one pointe to present a client the other foot and then point, flex and point her foot with her heel at the level of her clients head so he can enjoy the scent of the sweat drenched rubber after her barre. It’s a form of foreplay that has caused clients to have spontaneous orgasms w/o even touching their Towel Girl. Some men are upset to have a load ‘cook-off’ while watching his escort warm up. Others are pleased that some of the urgency is out of their first coupling of the encounter because then it isn’t as difficult to delay orgasm until he has given his TG her pleasure first. Sometimes if a client is knowledgeable about ballet technique they will determine a TGs gratuity, at least in part, by how strong her ballet technique was during her barre.

Gigi’s first Red Door encounter: Gigi came out of the staff area wearing a white Gottex thong bikini carrying her beavertail and P³s and wheeling a gear cart with her single HP steel 130 cu ft tank scuba set on it. She passed right by Adolph, Jacques and me before entering the pool area for her first Red Door encounter. Adolph had chosen a young French industrialist, Alain, in his mid 40s, who owns a munitions empire and who is a great friend of Jacques. I think Adolph chose him because he wanted to see Jacques reaction when his good friend mounted Jacques daughter and inseminated her. Jacques, Adolph and I hurried into the control room so we could watch Gigi’s debut on HD TV from the security cams in the encounter pool.

Alain was waiting for her when she entered the pool area. Gigi Put on her Professionals and bound her feet into them with the wide pink ribbons then performed her warm-up barre and balanced perfectly at the end presenting her left foot for Alain to smell the sweaty rubber and he kissed her instep. Alain is a good looking man (especially with his package cupped in a Speedo slingshot) about 6’ 180 lbs and hard muscled. He helped her off with her bikini and on with her beavertail and latched the crotch snugly in place and watched her breasts disappear behind the red rubber of her jacket they carried their gear to the shallow shelf from which the divers enter and exit the water and standing waist deep turned on their air and buckled themselves into their buoyancy control vests and SCUBA sets. Gigi would have preferred using a FFM but Alain specified the gear she would use so she pulled on her mask slipped the reg mouthpiece into her mouth and ducked under the water to test the masks seal and the ease of sucking gas through a different DV. They inflated their BCDs and stepping off the ledge into 20 feet of water released air from their vests and began their descent equalizing the pressure in their ears and sinuses as they slowly descended. Both had successfully completed equalization by the time they reached the bottom at 20 feet.

Foreplay: Alain immediately became assertive holding her close and manipulating the twist latches on her beavertail and her groin protection dropped away, He turned her around and tucked the beavertail up under her tank so it would be out of the way during penetration before tethering her to the bottom with two ankle leashes then activated the inflator on her BCD to provide buoyancy to hold her taunt against the leashes holding her in a wide split a foot off the bottom. He unzipped her jacket about three-quarters of the way down exposing her high firm C-cup breasts and he caressed her nipples with his fingers loving the effect he had when her nipples sprang erect and hard beneath his touch. He pushed her backward and moved between her legs as with his other hand he began to feel for her clitoral shaft.

He was pleased to see that she had been recently waxed – there was not even a tiny landing strip - so her pubes were devoid of hair and she looked as though she could have easily been 12 y/o except for her breasts. But taking no chances about being possibly charged with sex with a minor he had asked to see her birth certificate to ensure himself she really was 17. He caressed the shaft of her clit, he quickly learned its tip was far too sensitive to stand direct stimulation – and brought her to full arousal when her labia became engorged with blood, turned purple and opened like an exotic flower before she gasped, screamed and seemed to suck air continuously as a constant cloud of her bubbles rushed toward the surface during a lovely clitoral orgasm.

Penetration: Just as she was catching her breath and descending into the warmth of afterglow Alain positioned the tip of his massive erection between her engorged labia at the entrance to her vagina, gripped her hips with both hands and pushed. With a single massive thrust his erection disappeared as he buried the entire eight inches in her and their tips kissed through the thin protective latex membrane of her gas-guard as his pelvis slammed into hers. Later Gigi told me she had been greatly relieved as it was a moment she had been apprehensive about since she wasn’t sure exactly how large he was and if she would be able to safely take all of him while in missionary. His first orgasm was massive since he had managed to hold himself in control until he was certain she was fully aroused and he had given her pleasure. For a forty year old she said he recycled quickly, within five minutes, but she was a new and very beautiful conquest so he was motivated. His second orgasm came after he worked on her G-spot and was able to bring her to a vaginal orgasm within twelve minutes and her vaginal contractions took him along with her into ecstasy; after which she just clung to him holding him inside her as he recycled.

The unexpected: On Alain’s third and final penetrative encounter Gigi noticed he started out strong and his erection was hard, but he somehow didn’t seem to be able to focus and within a minute or two his erection began to wilt so Gigi took over and ripple gripped him. She said later she did what was expected of her: “What were all those months of practice with Ben Wa balls and dildos for if I didn’t get to suck the goodie out of him with my vaginal muscles?” That’s exactly what she did and she was right. But somewhere near the end of that encounter when she had him rock hard from being squeezed by her velvet vice he had a heart attack. In looking at the videos we think it was when she brought him to orgasm and the strain of the third ejaculation spasms while in a two atmosphere environment increased his blood pressure and exertion to the point that his heart failed. The first indication Gigi had that anything was seriously wrong was when he went limp then spit out his regulator and vomited. She pulled herself off him and hit both their inflators and he started his ascent. She stayed right where she was, tethered to the bottom. She had to bend over and open the Velcro fasteners of her ankle leashes before she could follow him to the surface. She also had a panic button from the security group which she pushed and she knew the pool was being monitored by security while it was being used so she was confident there would be help on the pool surround as soon as they reached the surface. She said later it felt as though she shot to the surface and they did rise the 20 feet from the bottom quickly Fortunately they were down about 45 minutes at 20 feet so there was no need for a deco stop but still that sort of rapid pressure change isn’t pleasant.

The EMT crew on duty was fishing Alain out of the pool immediately he surfaced. Adolph, Jacques and I had rushed down to the pool and I helped Gigi out myself a minute or two later. The techs got Alain’s airway clear, though he may have aspirated vomit, but he was breathing and they rushed him to the private hospital that Adolph and some of the other clubs use to keep this sort of thing out of the papers. The story for his wife and daughter in Paris is that he had a seizure while hiking in the hills. As long as no one asks why his genitals are so badly bruised – the result of Gigi’s very strenuous ripple gripping of him - the story should hold up, but Alain says his cardiologist has told him it isn’t safe for him to dive again. He also said he would treasure his near-death encounter with Gigi for the rest of his life.

Consequences: Adolph says Alain signed a medical release form that he was perfectly healthy and would hold Splash and all of its employees blameless if there was an accident. Jacques is pleased that his good friend Alain survived his encounter with Gigi. He is even more pleased that a daughter of his was almost able to kill a man because of the intensity of her encounter with him during underwater intercourse, something I told him she would be easily able to do when I began her training, but he hadn’t believed me. Gigi seems to be taking the accident in stride saying that we all know the risks of dive-sex which is a large part of why we are attracted to it so what’s the big deal? And I am very pleased with the way Gigi calmly and professionally handled herself in an emergency situation.

NymphGel, doorknobs and me

A doorknob sanitary sheath

My experience with NymphGel: I asked Jeff to let me try NymphGel. He was reluctant to let me, but eventually gave in because he has just reduced the amount of the active ingredient in it to the point that they think flashbacks will be far rarer and much less intense than with the Block 2a version that caused the volunteers who were trialing the initial version such problems.

It’s so intense it’s disorienting! Even masturbating is unbelievably intense and any phallic shaped object became a candidate for insertion. On the list of inanimate objects I was intimate with I managed to successfully fuck three doorknobs in my home while under the influence of NymphGel as well as the usual series of large dildos. And then I took Jacques, Peter, Pirate and Adolph the last of whom I actually thought was gentle which tells you how hyper I was. Fortunately I have a very stretchy vagina and had been prepping with a topical estrogen cream for more than a week, but even then getting the knob through my pelvic opening w/o causing severe bruising was tricky. I had taken 600 mg of ibuprofen before applying NymphGel knowing I was probably going to do some things I wouldn’t otherwise attempt and I had Anya stay with me in case I became self-destructive. My stallions enjoy menstrual sex so my being menstrual was a plus for them though it was messy when I mounted the doorknobs because I had to remove my gas guard since the knob fits behind my pubic bone where the anterior rim of the GG normally sits.

Doorknobs: I hadn’t fucked a doorknob since I was at SAB in 1988. Earlier, when I was in ballet boarding school in upstate NY some of the girls who had gymnastics backgrounds were far more flexible than me and routinely fucked their dorm room doorknobs after stretching condoms over them. But just so no one had more bragging rights than me I mounted my share and the challenge of being able to do it again occurred to me a few minutes after inserting the applicator of NymphGel into my birth canal. Being petite at 5’4” even with long legs I had to use a folding kitchen step and stand en pointe to get high enough to fit the knob between my labia as I held them spread with my fingers. Anya was thinking fast enough to talk me into rolling a Trojan Magnum XL lubricated latex condom over the knob before I mounted it, not that I wasn’t already well lubed with NymphGel, but it avoided the possibility of getting metal particles, oil and bacteria from the knob in my vagina and blood and NJ all over the knob.

Once in position the trick was doing pelvic thrusts onto the knob hard enough to get it past my pelvic bone w/o toppling backward off the step. After the knob was past my pelvic bone I could relax because the upper part of the knob was behind my pubic symphysis and held me snugly against the door. Then it was just a matter of contracting my vaginal muscles around the knob to stimulate my G-spot which was the easy part since anyone able to ripple grip a man can easily masturbate to a vaginal orgasm with something the size (2.0 inch diameter) of a doorknob. In the past I’ve had to concentrate to prevent panicking into severe vaginal contractions and clamping myself on the knob so tightly I can’t get off. With NymphGel I never felt at all anxious and thought I was always in control, which is one of the ways NymphGel clouds a girls mind.

In my defense, while in school I once forced a small coke bottle up my vagina on a bet so I knew I wouldn’t have a problem with a doorknob. It’s only been two days since I inserted a single application of NymphGel, but I haven’t had any intense flashbacks that I can’t handle though I have had some small ones that make my pelvis tingle and cause me to lick my lips and salivate when I look at doorknobs. Given no major flashbacks I think it’s safe for me to go diving with a gas guard inserted as I really need dive-sex.

Vaginismus and doorknobs: There was a girl in ballet school who I was competing with for Alpha in our circle of friends. We had a contest to see who could fuck the large doorknob on the Head Mistress’s office door while our circle watched. It was on a weekend evening I had a key to the Admin wing so we went in and locked the door behind us. We wrapped the knob in kitchen wrap since no one had a condom large enough to put on it. I went first w/o much trouble except a little bruising because I was still using the topical estrogen cream I used in order to be able take the coke bottle. It was only my third doorknob and the largest - being 2 ½ inches in diameter – that I’d tried. Fortunately it was low enough to the floor that with our long legs and en pointe we could reach it while standing on the floor.

My competitor in the contest while larger than me had a smaller pelvic anatomy and while she managed to mount the knob she couldn’t dismount. She needed to pull up in her shoes to get the knob out from behind her pubic bone and couldn’t do it and in the process of squirming she developed a class 1 tear. She had an anxiety attack and had severe vaginal muscle contractions (a form of vaginismus) and clamped down on the knob so she couldn’t move. We had to call the school nurse who called the doctor on call who got her strapped to a vertically positioned stretcher and administered a sedative while someone from housekeeping came to remove the other side of the doorknob assembly so she could be pulled off the door with the knob still stuck inside her. The doctor gave her nitrous oxide to anesthetize her while he removed the knob. Her urethra and bladder were badly bruised from the weight she put on the knob when she ‘sat in her shoes’ (put her weight on her heels) that caused her to slouch down and put most of her weight on the knob. And the class one perineal tear required several stitches. We tried to keep the administration from telling her parents but couldn’t and she was withdrawn from school. The good news was that I became the undisputed Alpha in my circle.

Ben Wa Balls and lactating

Jade Ben Wa Balls

The Ripple Grip and Ben Wa Balls: A primary training aid for strengthening, tightening and building stamina in the rings of muscles that are in the vaginal walls is a set of Ben Wa balls. My ballet dancers, escort trainees and my advanced sexual techniques students, which include all the ballet students at St Lucy’s, use Ben Wa balls. Typically they all start by using a loose (not connected) two ball set of ¾ inch stainless steel balls weighing 29g (about 1oz) each. A new girl just starting vaginal tightening/strengthening might use a set of 1 inch or perhaps even 1 3/8 inch balls of silicone coated Pyrex weighing about ½ oz each until her grip begins to tighten. The tighter the grip the smaller the balls as she builds strength to move them up and down her vaginal canal.

Once the student is able to grip the balls so they don’t drop out (and most young women who haven’t given birth can easily grip them) I have her learn to move the balls around. It’s like learning to skate or ride a bike with a bit of struggle to master the technique at first and then it seems like the most natural thing. At that point it’s just a matter of practicing continuously as the more adept and confident a girl is the better sex partner she will become. After she becomes proficient in moving the balls up and down her vaginal canal we concentrate on tightening her grip by moving to a set of ½ inch balls and practicing continuously moving the balls for as long as possible starting with one minute and building up to fifteen or twenty minutes over time. That sort of stamina is needed to ripple grip a man.

Ripple gripping: As returning readers know ripple gripping is tightening and releasing the vaginal muscles that surround the head of a partner’s penis so you milk his head while he is buried as deep as he can go inside you. Usually when a woman is ripple gripping a man he is squeezing her in his arms while trying to push himself so deep that it feels as though he’s crushing her mons pubis while he’s sweating and gasping as she manipulate his head with no noticeable external thrusting or other movement except the rippling of her six-pack, until she tips him over the edge into orgasm spewing his sperm filled molten pearl against her cervix. The woman who gives a man his first ripple grip orgasm has made a friend for life.

Ben Wa balls and IUDs: I know this is a repeat but I’ve had several more questions on this subject. It’s important because using Ben Wa Balls can compromise the effectiveness of many IUDs so here it is again. A reader asks if its safe to use Ben Wa balls with an IUD. If the IUD is a GyneFix frameless IUD implant the answer is yes it is quite safe. However, if the IUD is one with a frame, such as a ParaGard or a Mirena which have strings that protrude from the cervix and the Ben Wa balls are connected together as they commonly are it is possible that the strings of the IUD could tangle in the material connecting the balls and pull the IUD out of the wearer’s uterus. Ben Wa balls that are not connected so there is no possibility of the IUD strings tangling with them can be used safely while wearing a framed IUD.

Underwater breast pump: Returning readers know that I’m lactating. When someone new finds I’m producing milk they ask if I’m pregnant or how my baby is, but I’ve never been pregnant, I had induced lactation. At first I was concerned that my milk might have been caused by a tumor on my pituitary gland but a CAT scan found that wasn’t the cause. It came from excessive breast manipulation when I had a boyfriend who was heavily into boobs, so even though as a dancer I have a Balanchine body and I’m small breasted he was always sucking on my nipples. Then during the off season of the ballet company I was dancing with I got a job as a model for a Canadian fetishwear company and the addition breast manipulation getting in and out of their latex catsuits was the final stimulation needed to bring in my milk. I found I really enjoy being milked so rather than suppress my milk I’ve used my milk to enhance the sexual encounters I have with my stallions.

There are some housekeeping issues when a rubber fetish woman is producing milk. Leaky nipples, the combined scent of warm milk and sweaty latex when a man is peeling me out of a latex body condom and the need for a thorough washing of rubber suits so they don’t smell of rancid milk, but these issues are offset by the fact that breast feeding releases oxytocin which arouses me very quickly so I’m open and drippy wet – though still very tight – when a breast feeding lover enters me. The eroticism of breast feeding is one of the reasons some women don’t want to give up feeding an infant. I hadn’t understood that until my milk came in so I could breast feed a lover before we have sex which enhances the encounter considerably for us both.

I’m working with Jeff’s labs and Gepetto’s latex shop to perfect a breast pump that I can use to express milk while I’m having dive-sex. I’ve found that because I pump twice or sometimes three times a day for about 45 minutes each I could be diving an additional 2+ hours if I could pump my breasts underwater. We are using mostly parts from existing pumps. The bits that need work for submerged pumping are the nipple shields that need to form a waterproof seal over the areola and nipples and the pump which Jeff is converting from electric to being powered by compressed gas, from a separate small tank in the pack that holds the pump. The hoses from the vacuum pump to the nipple shields and the nipple shields themselves tend to get in the way of a buoyancy compensator or wetsuit jacket so diving in warm water in just a bikini thong while pumping is the easiest wearing the pumping harness as something of a science-fiction looking bra with hoses coming off the nipples.

“this catastrophic breach of security”

A TSA full body scan underway

From the Wall Street Journal.com, 1:54 PM PST: “President Barack Obama said a "catastrophic breach" of security led to the Christmas Day attempted bombing on a Detroit-bound airplane. "A systemic failure has occurred and I consider that totally unacceptable. There was a mix of human and systemic failure that contributed to this catastrophic breach of security," he said”

Flying while the country is on High alert: To minimize security delays is one of the reasons I have my own plane, ‘Limnaea’ the G550. I don’t get nearly the scrutiny and disruption that commercial passengers get. Of course it will cost the country a fortune, but everyone needs to go through an explosives residue sniffer and a full body scanner and there needs to be passenger profiling. ‘Flying while Muslim’ shouldn’t be a crime, but it is foolish to detail search 93 y/o nuns and let Muslim skate as though they are a protected class of passenger. Not all Muslim are terrorists, but almost all terrorists are Muslims, so it makes sense to profile and screen them very carefully and to hell with political correctness! It was depressing to hear the head of Homeland Security, Janet Napolitano, say after the Detroit attack that ‘the system worked’! She amended that comment later to say she meant after the attack! Sigh! I thought perhaps President Obama had put people who know what they are doing in key jobs. Now I’m beginning to wonder. It’s like saying the hinges on the barn door work really well after the horse was stolen. It’s great that they worked after the fact, but there is a very long list of red flags that should have alerted authorities to a problem with Abdul Farouk Abdulmutallab, in time to keep him off the plane starting with his father’s alerting the U.S Embassy in Nigeria and his purchasing a one way ticket with cash! What’s wrong with this picture? Can you spell STUPID boys and girls?

Full body scanners: Some people think full body scanners are intrusive. They plainly show: breast implants, IUDs, Implanon hormonal implants, the rims of diaphragms and the thick silicone domes of cervical caps and for guys they show penile implants so going through a scanner isn’t for people who want to hide intimate devices. Before I got Limnaea, if I was flying while menstrual the magnetometer always picked up the steel spring rim of my Milex Omniflex diaphragm I use for flow control. I’d just grin and tell the guy what was setting off the alarm. While he was wanding me I’d tell him I’d had sex just before coming to the airport and was still draining live sperm. He’d get the magnetic reading in my pelvis and his face would turn crimson and often by then he would have an erection. I love mind-fucking TSA screeners! The same thing would happen when a screener would search my carryon and come across the Ziploc with a selection of cervical barriers. The Milex and All-Flex rims would show up on the x-ray image and if the guy was new he would ask what he was looking at and I’d explain they were birth control devices and where they are worn. I think if we aren’t going to get rid of the Muslims with the chemical explosives in their shorts by profiling and increasing the size of the no-fly list we are going to have to get used to baring it all for the TSA screeners.

Contraception while fertile: I’m CD12 today (12-29-09) and have been fertile for three days. I should ovulate on 12/31. Touring Military hospitals while fertile is always a thrill, it happened on our last tour, two years ago as well. Because I could get preggers from sex with a wounded warrior it is a lot more fun for me than just doing some guy who hasn’t sacrificed in defense of our country. I like to give the guys a really good ride and depending on their condition I will ripple grip them if they can stand that much excitement. Ripple gripping a guy wearing a Naturalamb condom isn’t all that difficult I just have to hold the base of the condom with one hand to keep from pulling it off. I have to hold it myself because most guys end up gripping my thighs or buns and forget about keeping me from pulling the condom off. News about the strength of our vaginal grip (the velvet vice) got around – from the guys we ripple gripped - to the rest of the male patients and especially the women several of whom asked how they could increase the strength of their vaginal muscles.

But to get back to my contraception while on tour, I don’t do anything differently than I would normally, but since our military partners haven’t been thoroughly screened as I mentioned in an earlier post they are wearing Naturalamb so it is extremely unlikely that any of us could get pregnant from giving the guys a good time. I am wearing an Oves cap and put on a show for the fifteen or so guys I have on my schedule at each hospital (It’s a long day but it is so rewarding to see the happiness I provide) to let them see what I use and how I insert it and then they can glove up and feel my cervix with the Oves sucking on it if they want. Several of my partners have said that they have never felt their wives or girlfriends cervix before. What works really well with a guy who has a problem getting an erection and who can’t use a performance enhancer, is to stroke his ego by telling him how potent he is and how afraid I am of getting pregnant by him. It’s surprising how some men who can’t perform otherwise get massive and steely hard erections and their plumbing works really well when they think the woman is afraid of them! Go figure!