Disappearances at sea

An all-suites luxury cruise ship in the Caribbean

Rubberstud’s lawyer called: He asked to speak with me as Shelly’s supervisor. He said he was designated as the ICE (in case of emergency) contact for Rubberstud’s affairs and wanted to let me know that Rubberstud and his wife, Shelly, are missing at sea from a luxury cruise liner in the Caribbean.

I told him I thought he had been misinformed, at least about Shelly. He was embarrassed but pleased to learn that Shelly was safe here in Vegas. Then, after a pause while we both came to the same conclusion, he started apologizing for having to break the news that his client apparently went overboard with his mistress last night during a two week Caribbean tryst. He said the cruise line security who contacted him told him the missing couple was traveling as man and wife and had talked enthusiastically with their dinner companions about the costumes they were going to wear for the Halloween ball. They were seen in one of the lounges dancing after midnight and didn’t appear for breakfast this morning. No one thought anything of it until he got an urgent message related to business and they could locate neither him nor his companion. Security said they were looking at all the security cams that cover the ship to see if there are images of them going over the side. So far they have found nothing.

Shelly seems stunned by the news. At some level she still loves him and was hoping for reconciliation. On another level she realizes that was very unlikely and she was resigned to waiting out the terms of her Pre-nup and getting a divorce. But she and I did go to Naughty’s the other night to ogle men. She is an amazing flirt and we both had a good time. It was good fun and took her mind off her man problems. That night she went home to an empty bed and I went home to Caesar. Her husband’s attorney said the missing couples possessions were packed up and are being shipped to his home in Vegas where they both just transferred residence.

Mouthpiece lipstick

Twin hose mouthpiece with diver’s lipstick

Shelly’s rival's lipstick: I’ll have to publicly admit defeat. I have been unable to focus Rubberstud, Shelly’s husband’s attention back on her as I’d hoped to do. I have however created in Shelly a rubbergirl of the most lascivious sort. She is absolutely drop dead gorgeous encased in latex! The problem with Rubberstud, or perhaps it’s Shelly’s and my problem with him, is that as far as women are concerned as soon as he completes one conquest he is off in another woman’s pants, if not before. We toned her vaginals and improved her technique to appeal to him, and she even let him think she became a rubbergirl just for him, but we couldn’t get him to focus exclusively on Shelly. Actually he was constantly sniffing my crotch until I cut him off after I unexpectedly came into a good bit of money a few weeks back. I’m thinking medicating him on Adderall might be the only solution and we can’t do that. So it was disappointing and surprising when Shelly found lipstick on the mouthpiece of a twin hose SCUBA set she and her husband have at their home’s pool for guests. Always in the past Rubberstud had been careful to do a fairly thorough job of hiding his women even when he brought them home. So this openness in flaunting his liaison with his Mistress in Shelly’s home was an escalation of the schism in their marriage

Evidence of an assignation: In addition to the lipstick on the mouthpiece (not Shelly’s shade) the tank and mask his paramour had worn had her hair conditioner all over them too. Worse was the fact that the white beavertail wetsuit the woman had worn was left on the dressing room bench where she had taken it off with a puddle of dive-gel and coital discharge still in the crotch along with an Ortho diaphragm she had used as a gas guard that had dried blood in the dome and was lying on the beavertail. I was with her when Shelly came across her latest rivals spore where it was obviously meant to be found and I could see the smile on her face when she saw the blood in the dome of the Ortho, as she said “well at least he made the bitch bleed for him”. She also showed me a fresh gouge in the hardwood floor of the master bedroom entryway and smear of black wax on the bedroom rug where someone had slipped and fallen while wearing ballet boots. Shelly hasn’t fallen in her ballet boots since the second day she had them which was months ago before they bought this house. And Rubberstud doesn’t wear his fetishwear – he is actually quite good in ballet boots - except when away from home so it wasn’t him. This isn’t the first or even the third she has seen evidence of his having sex with women in their house, but it is certainly the first time that no attempt was made to hide it. Rubberstud is on business in the Caribbean for ten or twelve days so she has some time to decide how to handle the situation before he returns. She was past being angry; angry was several weeks ago, and she seemed more resigned at that point. She just left the woman’s filthy dive gear where it lay and let the body fluids harden and discolor the rubber.

Legalities: She said she had checked with a lawyer and Rubberstud has her tied up in a prenuptial agreement for another 4 years so right now she thinks she will just try and ride it out if she can. Unless he divorced her, which if that was to happen he would have to settle several hundred million on her to get the divorce and that doesn’t seem likely. Then, over coffee she told me about finding a pack of her latest rival’s birth control pills in an overnight bag hidden in a guest room closet at the far end of the house where Rubberstud thought Shelly never went. She said she took the plastic circle of pills out of the dial pack and put them in the microwave for 15 seconds to fry the hormones, then returned the pills to the dial pack. She wondered if the blood in the dome of the diaphragm could be a hormonal thing from having her pills nuked or if it was from having her cervix battered. I’m wondering if Shelly doesn’t need to go and talk with a therapist because she seems to be obsessing over the strangest things right now. Like the lipstick on the twin hoses reg wasn’t her shade and since she doesn’t use conditioner when she dives she wonders now if she should switch to that shade of lip-gloss and start using a conditioner.

Shelly moves to Vegas

Vegas real estate. The enclosed pool is on the right.

Shelly is in town: You’ll remember, from my August 1, 2009 entry, that the new (3hird) wife, Michelle (Shelly), of a prospective investor in my gaming corporation has asked me to teach her how to keep her husband sexually interested in her. She thinks he is already beginning to stray after being married to her for only six months and she’s absolutely right about that! He is a well known swordsman and is said to be envied by his male friends for his prowess in bed. And, he has been fucking me for the last several months thinking he will be able to change my mind and get a larger share of my company by getting a piece of my ass. He is a very skilled lover, for an amateur, but no man is able to mindfuck me that easily.

So Shelly is out here to find a suitable house as a training location and it’s a marvelous time to buy a house in the Las Vegas area! She wants a small place but one with several large rooms that can be used for a gym and for storage of clothes, and some formal rooms where she and her husband can entertain when he is here on business. I told her she would need at least a room for the wardrobe I will have her buy. And she wants a place with a large swimming pool that can be used year round. She has retired from ABT, she was a soloist, and wants to devote her time - for now - to making herself irresistible to men, but specifically her husband. She has unlimited funds as her husband is extremely wealthy so she is looking for a place that is secluded on some land out of view of public roads. There are a few places that have what she wants and several are near my home.

What I have to work with: She is 23 y/o, is 5’5” and 115 lbs, has a beautiful face with blue eyes, high cheekbones, a full head of long naturally blond hair, a lovely body, long legs and neck, small head and firm, high C-cup breasts. She was a bit busty for a classical ballet dancer, but then with her long legs and big breasts she is a man’s fantasy come true and encased in skintight latex she will be a heart stopper! She knows he’s a bit kinky when it comes to rubber and enjoys what he calls ‘ballet sex’ when he takes her from behind while she is en pointe in her Freeds, but she really has no idea of the extent of her husband’s huge rubber and shoe fetishes. He is a major rubberstud for sure! So when I introduce her to those areas, if she likes wearing that sort of thing, she should have him all over her like white on rice. The attitude and determination of a trainee is everything with fetish training. I don’t think she has anything she is not willing to try so with her flexibility and classical training she should be a good student. It should be just a matter of her learning to tone and control her pelvic muscles and getting used to performing sexually in all the rubber devices and clothing I’m going to introduce her to.

Since Anya is on the disabled list I have asked Shelly if she is interested in joining our casino’s ballet troupe as a guest artist. It would give her an opportunity to keep taking professional level classes to stay in shape which she wants to do and to become involved in the dance community. It would also keep her performing, though I don’t think she’s ever done porn before so if she agrees it should be interesting seeing how quickly she adapts. The audiences at our high-rollers club is a good bit more high spirited and vocal that the ones she has been performing for with ABT at the Met in NYC. We would have her in a mask to hide her identity so she wouldn’t have to worry about being recognized or stalked because of her performances. But being stalked just because your beautiful is pretty much a given out here. I love having a guy who stalking me collide people because he is so intent on watching me. Or leading a stalker through the luxury malls and then when I’m in the Hermès boutique and he gets close I turn and ask if he will buy me a Birkin bag. The look on the guys face is priceless!

The plan: My plan is to first get her fitted with the full range of pelvic devices and rubber fetishwear she will need as well as ballet boots. She has a ParaGard IUD inserted now which I’m going to recommend she change to a GyneFix implant because when she starts having extremely intense vaginal orgasms the frame of her ParaGard is likely to bend and perforate her uterus or expel or both. I’m not goings to outfit her in leathers now because her husband is almost exclusively a rubberstud and had no interest in fetish leather, except ballet boots so she will be fitted for a custom made pair of Gepetto’s best pointe-boots. With the Polymorphe latex she will be buying I’ll make a rubber-chick of her and Mr. Horny will be all over her. I’m also going to outfit her with a full set of our clinic’s ‘Domme’ line of fetishwear cervical barriers in shiny black latex.