A Lost cove BDSM boat party

A boat bunny being fitted with a spider gag

The Photo: A summer intern on a sailing boat (a boat bunny) whose owner was a guest at our arrival party enjoying the experience as she is fitted for a protective device worn during deep oral penetration. Wearer’s of spider or ring gags should stay away from bodies of water since being pushed, thrown or falling in they can easily drown.

The party: My wards and I were fertile last week When Dexter, a Brit friend of Her Grace (Alice, Duchess of M*****), had us all to a welcoming party on his huge motor yacht, the Knight Errant III, which he moored in the cove. He is in to gags and underwater sex and while the party was supposedly a welcoming gesture I think his real reason for wanting to have access to me and Chris, our Gyn, was that he had three new adventurous boat bunnies who did not arrive prepared and needed cervical protection for under water sex and no one on Virgin Gorda fits diaphragms except Chris and me.

All three will be Cambridge third year girls this Fall and know Taryn though none realized I was her U.S. mentor who they say she talks glowingly about. Everyone likes being remembered, especially if it’s fondly so I was more than happy to have Chris fit the girls with Reflexions diaphragms and tell them how to use them effectively. They just need them for uterine flood prevention since they like my wards are all on LARCs, specifically Nexplanon, the etonogestrel single rod implant.

Also along was the owner’s main squeeze, a courtesan who is now calling herself Olga. I’d met her when her name was Betty and His Grace was drilling her regularly several years ago just before she left the corps of the Royal Ballet for what she hoped was better pay and less strenuous work. She has been keeping herself in shape and had a breast augmentation so she had a lovely 32C rack which looked good on her (as a courtesan) since she is no longer a ballet dancer where breasts that size throw off your center unless tightly bound for class, rehearsals and performances..

Dexter decreed that the dress for the party was latex fetishwear and the women should wear ballet boots. That was not a good sign as at sea level even in the evening with a breeze the humidity made wearing latex a miserable experience and ballet boots aboard a rocking boat, even one as large as the Knight Errant made standing tricky not to mention the danger of breaking an ankle walking w/o holding on to something. My wards and I wore our Grishko slippers on the launch out to the yacht and carried our boots in purpose made Hermès boot-bags putting them on once we were on board as going over the side in titanium framed boots would pull the wearer right to the bottom. And we all had Reflexions latex flat spring diaphragms inserted in case we decided to have dive-sex.

The boat bunnies had been fitted for spider gags and wore platform boots as none of them could wear toe-shoes or ballet-boots and everyone had functioning relief zippers so we could be entered by unzipping us and withdrawing our sports plugs which when inserted prevented a prospective partner from fondling us. Dexter’s other male guests gave the boat bunnies and Olga a lot of attention because they where not wearing vaginal plugs. I didn’t think we looked anything other than willing, but only one or two men were assertive enough to ask if we minded having our plugs pulled out so our vulvae could be fondled. Most just groped our breasts or tried to reach down our throats with their tongues.

A brief ballet-boot brawl: Olga has a drinking problem. After she put on her Devious 2020 Italian leather ballet-boots which fit wonderfully well she had trouble walking in them and that was before she became tipsy. So when I was talking to Dexter and she came careening toward me screaming about my trying to seduce her partner I tried to step away from Dexter so he wouldn’t be caught between us. As she swung a booted foot over my head with the heel just brushing my hair I saw she was serious and intended to harm me. One thing I can say is that she still has great extension! So I stepped in as her foot swung wide and ran my lace splitter heel down the laces of the boot on her standing leg and pulled back cutting the laces and dropping her toes into the toe-box as she tried to land her other foot w/o tipping over. I pushed and she fell against the rain and then on her bum.

She got up and hobbled toward me and swung the foot in the boot with the ruined laces at my head. I parried her leg with the toe of my right boot and it hit the heel a glancing blow knocking it out of the way. My foot continued on as the boat tipped and she toppled into the stiletto heel of my boot taking it in her left breast and she shrieked and tried to grab my heel and cut her hands on the lace slitter blade that had punctured her silicone implant and her jerking ripped it open spilling the gel from a long gash in her breast visible through the ripped latex of her catsuit as the heel twisted in her breast slipping out just before she hit the deck and I caught myself before I fell on top of her. There were at least seven witnesses all of whom said it wasn’t my fault and that she started it and at the end fell into the heel of my boot when the boat rocked. The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than a minute from the time she first came running at me until she lay writhing on the deck holding her ruined breast with blood and silicone gel running through her fingers. Fortunately it was all caught on the boat’s security video so I was exonerated.

Dexter radioed for a helicopter (there is a helipad on the rear deck) and the second officer accompanied Olga to a hospital on St Thomas. Dexter has already switched his interest to the prettiest and most accomplished of the boat bunnies. Fortunately Olga’s injury didn’t take all the fun out of the evening and Dexter personally cleaned Olga’s blood and the silicone gel off my heel.

Afterward: The others were left to their own devices to play with a trunk full of bondage restraints to accessorize the other women in ballet boots as Dexter focused on me since I would be leaving after dinner. He took me to the master’s cabin where I let him open my relief zipper, pull out my sports plug and penetrate me from behind while I bent over holding on to the footboard of the king bed. Fortunately I was already aroused from seeing Olga’s breast ripped open as he entered me from the rear and in a single stroke thrust into my anterior fornix stretching the latex membrane of my diaphragm tight over both my cervix and his glans.

He was a well intentioned lover, but by then the encounter with Olga had soured me on the evening so I got him off quickly. I could tell he was fighting for control, but I used the stimulator on the dome of my diaphragm in tandem with my contractions to give him a marvelously intense orgasm having him plant his seed deep in my fertile belly in less than three minutes after first penetration. Even after Kegeling out most of his load it was still draining out of me for the rest of the night.  Then, having relaxed and worked up an appetite it was time for dinner and he led me on his arm to our places at the table for jumbo shrimp with rice in butter sauce and key lime pie. After dinner and coffee we said our good byes as it was time for my girls and me to take off our boots and board the launch for the beach and our beds at my place.

Fellatio, gags, gas masks and vaginal hooks

Model with a spider gag inserted

The Photo: This is such a great image with the saliva drooling out of the models mouth! And the ‘legs’ make the gag look a lot more dangerous than it really is. Adolph and his PR shop decided that this wasn’t the look that would attract sophisticated European women to The Lorelei. There is too much fear in the woman’s eyes to project languor and eroticism which is what he is selling. I think it is an image that appeals to the male slave-master and Adolph may use it if he advertises for Splash.

Gigi and other Towel Girls at splash already wear spider gags (which are premium items) and men will die for the opportunity to ejaculate down the throat of a young TG while she has a spider gag inserted. Actually one out-of-town client nearly did that several weeks ago when a local member sponsored him at Splash as a guest. He hadn’t been taking his heart pills while he had been playing the tables. He had been winning and was at splash with his sponsor to relax and spend some money on young girls so Gigi took him behind the Red Door and he had a heart attack while he was squirting semen down her throat. He is ok since the EMT techs on duty stabilized him and got him to the hospital very quickly. His wife was told that he was excited about winning at the tables. Gigi gave him the spider gag she was wearing as a souvenir.

Jack on ring gags and fellatio: “The ring gag shown will hardly accommodate most cocks (too small) and likely not feel especially good to those cocks passing through it. The concept is cute though... forcing the mouth open so that it must accept a cock. If the jaw cannot move and the lips can't suck, and play with the cock the experience is more a psychological one of using a mouth for a receptacle. Oral sex is often preferred because (wo)men have more skill and options of providing sensations with their mouths than their vaginas or anuses. Not all receptacles are created equally! Of course there is the tongue - vaginas, anuses and receptacles don't have articulating tongues. I doubt whether ring gag oral sex is actually practiced much. I think not. It makes for sexy photos. Like so much of fetish... sex is driven by fantasies which hardly match reality”.

My reply: Actually, there are different size gags. The size of the gag in the photo [For my entry of April 7, 2011 entitled The Spa at The Lorelei and Hoods] – like baby bear’s porridge - is just right for the couple using it. It’s wrapped with silicone tape and is used with a flavored water soluble lube so while it may appear snug for a well endowed stallion there are larger ones available. The model could have been posed with a much larger gag inserted, but keep in mind that pool of potential guests Adolph is targeting expect relative comfort at The Lorelei so an advert showing a model posed with a very large BDSM Ring Gag inserted just isn’t good PR. The idea is to sell prospective guests on kinkily erotic sex w/o too much discomfort involved. Of course guests may bring their own or specify a particular device if they wish.

Guests who are first time gag users are taught to caress their partner’s frenulum with their tongues so that their partners don’t have to do much, or any, thrusting and they can get him to ejaculate very quickly or make an individual encounter last as long as they want. This is particularly effective when a guest who adores the taste and the feel of semen sliding down her throat orders half a dozen or a dozen fellatio partners to be taken consecutively. She can specify the men’s diets so their semen tastes of alcohol or red meat or sweet by having a fellatio stallion eat pineapple, or, on a perverse note, some women even like a fellatio partner to eat asparagus before their fluid exchange.

Gas Masks and pussy hooks: I suppose it’s the ease of obtaining gasmasks and pussy hooks (with those a fetishist can make his own) as well as rubber and BDSM fetishists wanting to learn how my circle use them that make the terms ‘gas mask’ and ‘vaginal hook’ or ‘pussy hook’ fave searches of my blog. Both Gas masks and vaginal hooks are relatively inexpensive and almost entirely male fetishes though their submissives or girlfriends are the ones who are frequently injured while wearing them. Gas masks at least have a protective function if used as intended for breathing in a hostile atmospheric environment.

Gas mask fatalities (at least around here) seem to occur primarily among a few bi-polar male fetishists who off themselves when manic during a solo breathplay encounter while wearing a gasmask fitted with a rebreather bag. Then, it’s probably while trying to set a personal best for length of time with the rebreather bag valve closed. The guy will have been drinking and pass out and vomit in his mask and drown in his own vomit or become unable to open the valve from lack of oxygen and suffocate from carbon dioxide poisoning. More instances of lack of attention to detail in not planning an effective escape strategy in case something goes wrong.

Vaginal hooks on the other hand, have no redeeming social value whatever! They are diabolically misogynistic and masochistic devices used only to terrify or torture women with the thought of damage to their reproductive tracts and other organs in their pelvic area. However, for some few masochistic submissives being led around by a leash attached to a pussy hook can be thrilling. The hook is equipped with an anti-expulsion ridge that fits behind her pubic bone so the woman can’t remove the hook and needs no harness or belt to hold it in place. The anti-expulsion ridge is expanded with a key to lock the hook behind the woman’s pubic bone and it will require the key to remove it. For a woman in the right mental state that sort of situation and possible danger can be a huge turn-on. I think it’s more the fantasy of what could happen if her Dom yanked brutally on the hook than the fact of it actually ever happening. And that is the most benign use of a pussy hook! Another use is in a bondage situation where the woman is tied up with rope running through the attachment ring at the end of the shaft so that any movement on her part forces the hook deeper into her vagina.

Diabolique: I think the most diabolical use of the pussy hook is when the hook is fully inserted and the woman is hung from it. For a sociopathic sadist - returning readers know who I mean - tying a woman up, inserting a hook in her vagina and attaching it to a motorized winch on a rolling frame like auto mechanics use to lift engines out of cars is great fun. When she is lifted off the floor suspended by the hook behind her pelvis the weight of her body causes her to hang horizontally so the hook tears through her anterior vaginal wall, puncturing her bladder and often her uterus. Her entire weight is placed on her pubic symphysis which for a woman weighing 100 pounds or more is enough to pull her pelvis apart. If she doesn’t faint immediately the time it takes for her pelvis to tear apart is accelerated by her writhing in pain. When the pubic symphysis is pulled apart the surrounding soft tissue tears and she drops to the floor gravely injured and sometimes leaving parts of her bladder and uterus on the hook. She will bleed to death in minutes if one of the arteries supplying her uterus is torn.

Insemination and spider gags

Spider gag – a ring gag with side extensions

A recent ‘beautification’ project: Taryn and I have been busy helping keep the valley beautiful by cleaning up after ‘accidents’. Returning readers know that the major players here don’t want the public to accidentally come across that sort of thing or even hear about it. The last accident seems not to have involved drugs as so many do, at least not directly. This one seems to have had jealousy as the motive.

Jealousy: A very high-class escort who specialized in latex encasement encounters had reported being stalked by one of her clients, though that’s not exactly how the complaint was worded. She was found in the small room in her Co-Op she used as a gym. She was dressed only in ballet boots and a black open-faced latex hood with full shoulder skirt and had a spider-gag in her mouth. A friend who is also an escort had a key to her place and found her and called their duty supervisor who reported the problem to her Director and eventually I was called. The friend was told not to touch anything and leave the Co-Op.

The victim had been shot through her open mouth. The bullet punched a small hole through the back of her hood and buried itself in the soundproofing paneling of the wall surrounded by a small spray of blood and bits of brain. Most of her brains had been trapped in the latex hood that sagged in the back where her skull had been shattered. The force of her exploding skull blew blood and brain tissue down inside the hood and all over her back. The force of the shot had thrown her back against the wall and the draining brain tissue running down her back left a bloody trail down the wall. Her knees buckled and she fell forward on to her knees and then on her face. Not a graceful way to go, but by that time she was past caring. She had fresh semen in her mouth and vagina. She was wearing no device inserted in her vagina and there was a partial pack of Seasonale contraceptive pills in her tote along with the slit-kit she used professionally. She was wearing nothing worth harvesting. Her boots wouldn’t fit either of us. A decorating service will clean the walls and floor and patch the bullet hole.

Bye-bye Bi-chick: Robin’s insemination project is over as is my keeping the A-list actress calm during her fertile days when the two of them were baby dancing. She promised to let me know if she is preggers, which should show as hCG around Christmas. And if she is they will be filming her abortion at our clinic a few weeks later, after they get some shots of the physical changes to her breasts and of her vomiting from morning sickness. Before all this started she had a fertility test, an HSG (hysterosalpingogram), which checks a woman’s fallopian tubes to make sure they are clear so eggs can enter one end and sperm the other. Her Hollywood Gyn said her tubes are clear so she should have no problem getting pregnant.