Tampons, honeymoon cystitis, Summer Solstice prep

A used Kotex tampon applicator on the beach thrown from a yacht

The Photo: A lot of the vacationers aboard yachts aren’t as considerate as they should be about the items that they throw overboard. Fortunately this sort of trash rarely floats in to Lost Cove.

Tampons and coital discharge: When going commando as my wards and I typically do in latex catsuits and while here on Virgin Gorda to minimize the likelihood of a UTI I urinate and Kegel out as much of a lover’s semen as possible shortly after sex and insert a tampon to absorb the remaining semen that liquefies shortly after an encounter with an unprotected man. Then I let my lover suck the secretions off the empty tampon applicator. They love doing that! With the string tucked up there is no indication of an inserted tampon and no slippery discharge dripping down my thighs.  Too, should there be additional opportunities for encounters with ardent males I can pull out the tampon and put it in his mouth for him to suck on as he has his way with me. It’s amazing how many men let me do that and seem to think it’s erotic to taste my vaginal secretions. Most don’t realize they are primarily tasting another man’s semen.

Hostess training and honeymoon cystitis:  In young sexually active women, sexual activity is the cause of 75–90% of bladder infections, with the risk of infection related to the frequency of sex. The term "honeymoon cystitis" has been applied to this phenomenon of frequent UTIs during early marriage. Chemical spermicide use especially if Nonoxynol-9 is the active ingredient, independent of sexual frequency, increases the risk of UTIs. Diaphragm use - if it is too large so that it presses on the urethra - is also associated with UTIs. Condom use without spermicide or use of birth control pills does not increase the risk of uncomplicated urinary tract infection.

The five trainees have backed off their frequency of intercourse. All have copper IUDs. I had cautioned them about too much too soon and only one paid attention. The other four developed ‘Honeymoon Cystitis’, which while unpleasant is easily treated by a short course of antibiotics. Chris, our male Gyn, gave them the meds and they are feeling much better and are now paying attention to my recommendation that they urinate immediately after sex to flush out bacteria from the urethra and drink cranberry juice to keep their urine acidic. 

Ballet-boots and the female orgasm: I mentioned in an earlier entry that the trainees aren’t expected to work in pointe-shoes, but they will be expected to be able to wear ballet-boots confidently and perform well in them while on Hostess duty at a fetish club. To that end I’ve been having them practice being taken from behind while bent over holding on to the barre or with their hands on their knees while their feet are in second position. If we are too into the moment during orgasm women go rubber-legged and our ankles and knees give way. So I’m trying to teach the trainees to hold back a bit when taken while standing to have some control over their legs to prevent collapsing if their partners don’t support them.

Even with the good ankle support of their boots I don’t think it will be safe for them to be taken to orgasm too frequently from the rear while standing in them, at least at first. That’s because it takes a certain amount of discipline not to totally let go and be consumed by the ecstasy of an orgasm and lose control of your legs. Repeatedly being taken to orgasm while standing in ballet-boots can overwhelm a woman’s discipline (if that’s what an experienced fetishist wants to do) and the trainees won’t have developed enough discipline to safely be given repeated orgasms  while standing in the time they will have been with me. The safest positions for them is on their hands and knees entered doggie style or on their backs with their feet over their heads where a mating partner can hold on to the heels or ankles and smell their leather boots damp with estrogenic sweat while thrusting into them.

The Summer Solstice and my libido: I’m CD17 and ovulated this past  Friday, June 12^th , so my libidinal peak is over and I’m safe from pregnancy for the rest of this cycle. My secondary peak, during my period, should begin on June 27^th after we celebrate the Summer Solstice at Location Z on the 21^st. So I won’t be as driven for penetrative encounters with men as I have been when a celestial celebration at the Goddesses site occurs when I’m fertile or menstrual as several have recently. I’m looking forward to being more relaxed and having my partner do most of the work when I’m taken on the altar.

We will return to London on Monday 15^th June to give us a few days to recover from jet lag then travel aboard The Dragon to Inverness to stay at Crag Abbey which returning readers will recall is on a mountain overlooking Loch Ness, before traveling by road to Ullapool and His Graces hunting lodge on the 19^th. Then Jack and I will inspect Location Z to make sure all the supplies are positioned and the robing and mess tent are properly equipped before we welcome Summer at sunrise on the 21^st.  Sunrise will be at 4:18 British Summer Time (BST) at Ullapool so at the elevation of location Z sunrise should occur about 4:10 AM. Jack says the Gorse is in full bloom and I’m looking forward to enjoying its heady scent. The current forecast for sea level at Ullapool is for scattered showers (why aren’t I surprised? Sigh…) with a low of 9° C which is about 48.2° F. So at the elevation of Loc Z it will probably be in the low 40s or high 30s. Jack assures me we will have plenty of His Grace’s Gorse brandy to fortify us before being exposed to the elements on the altars. Even though the eighteen fire pots filled with burning peat will be heating the area to melt any ice which is frequent at that altitude and wearing full length shearling ceremonial robes it will be very cold. 

Male aristocrats as breeders: As I mentioned in my entry for May 8, 2015 a former lover, Jack, Viscount Sandbach whose father, the Duke of M**** owns the land on which the celestial temple at Location Z is located has already identified five young male aristocrat candidates from his friends families with a view to making the celestial celebrations a bit more up-market with an infusion of wealthy young men into ‘The Old Ways’ to ensure continuation of the ritual sacrifice of nubile young women in celebration of the Goddess Aphrodite during celestial events.

I don’t think Aphrodite in whose temple we will be celebrating, cares as long as they are good breeding males who, having participated in the ancient ritual of the planting of seed, will forever be influenced by their sexual bonding to her at Location Z as their Goddess. Their screening for suitability; clean full STIs panels and sperm counts showing high quality and quantity sperm have already been completed by our London clinic. In preparation there is transportation and hospitality to be arranged in getting them staged at his Grace’s hunting lodge in the hills to the east of Ullapool, a matter to which Jack is attending.

Breathless

Adrift

The Illustration: Original artwork entitled ‘Adrift’ by the artist “HD”.  I’m grateful to the artist for permission to use Adrift and for our chats about the dangers and thrills of diving.

Sailor girl: The other day we awoke to find a small Bristol sloop anchored near our diving buoy in the cove below my house. There was no sign of activity aboard and after breakfast Cyndi and I suited up to swim with the dolphins and stopped by the sloop on the way to the buoy. No one answered our call so we boarded from the small dive platform off the stern. There were women’s things aboard, sports clothes, swim suits, lingerie, and a well stocked slit-kit containing; a partial pack of Yaz pills, the box and empty case for a recently fitted All-Flex (it was a new Rx filled by a Spanish Town pharmacy) that she must be using for flood insurance, a packet of Japanese super sheer condoms, silicone lube and medium absorbency tampons.

But there was no sign of the woman herself and no indication of anyone else being aboard. From the gear strewn on the aft deck; a buoyancy compensator, weight belt and fins it appeared she may have gone diving w/o all the all equipment necessary to handle the tricky mix of salt and fresh water since she had anchored over the aquifer outflow. There was no diver-down flag flying from the buoy, but she had arrived at night. A solo woman sailing at night in coastal waters of the islands takes strong nerves even with GPS navigating and depth sounding equipment with which the sloop was equipped so we thought she must be a competent sailor.

Diver down: we assumed the woman had gone diving so Cyndi and I buckled ourselves into our Ladyhawk BCs and scuba sets - FFMs and 130 HP steel tanks of Nitrox (because I planned to introduce Cyndi to Junior) – put the diver-down flag on the buoy and went into the water to search for sailor girl. It didn’t take long to find her. The water is very clear. All we had to do was look down. The bottom there is at 60 feet and is smooth rock of the lava tube kept scoured of marine growth by the current. It was hard to see her at first in black neoprene against the dark rock. She wasn’t moving and there were no bubbles. She could have been holding her breath to look closely at something on the wall which she floated close to, but then I saw the yellow mouthpiece of her reg was caught in a rock cleft and she was floating in the current tethered to the wall by the hose of her reg. Her 2^nd stage getting caught in the wall was the only thing that had prevented her from being swept out to sea by the aquifer current.

I had Cyndi get a lift bag from the zodiac and tie the reel line to the dive platform of the sloop then follow me to the bottom where I was examining sailor girl.  In the cold water she hadn’t been dead long enough for rigor mortis to start as her arms and legs were fluttering in the current. We looked her over. She was wearing a black neoprene tropical weight swim-skin, hood and mask, but no gloves, booties or fins.  I was glad the crabs and fish hadn’t gotten started and there were only a few nibbles on her full lips still partially colored by bright red lipstick which also coated the mouthpiece of her reg.  She had a pretty face and a figure that would delight her male admirers if the way she filled her swim-skin was any indication. But she was far past that now her body only good as food for the marine life in the cove if we didn’t recover it and report her death to the authorities. I was surprised her mask was not flooded. Her eyes were wide seemingly in a look of surprise and her mouth was open with tiny fish swimming in and out.  I slipped a line from the lift bag under the shoulder straps of her tank, tied it off securely, pried the mouthpiece of her reg out of the wall fissure, hit the inflate button on the lift-bag cylinder and up we went.

Body aboard: With sailor girl on the surface I used the small winch to lift most of her weight as we guided her aboard and laid her on the deck. I turned her over on her side to get as much water out of her throat as possible and found she was draining huge black clots of blood. I was proud of Cyndi, she wasn’t squeamish about helping with the corpse, but of course she has been around Adolph and dead bodies before (almost always girls) and there was no odor of decay as yet so I was proud of how at 18 she handled the situation. We stripped off sailor girl’s expensive swim-skin which was Cyndi’s size and I checked sailor girl’s vagina to see what she had been wearing. As I suspected it was a 70 mm All-Flex, but she also had a tampon inserted with the strings tucked inside (so they didn’t wick sea water into her vagina) a trick professional escorts use to prevent liquefied semen from staining tight clothing if they have to be out and about before the last of a clients ejaculate drains out. Having no need for either I put the All-Flex and tampon back inside her, then radioed the local constabulary. While we waited we looked, but sailor girl seemed to have no ID, driver’s license, credit cards, boat rental papers (I’d recognized the sloop as a rental from Spanish Town) or anything with her name on it to tell us who she was

As a well known friend of the Duchess, who is a full time resident on Virgin Gorda, I had no problem explaining how we found sailor girl and asked that we be told what her cause of death was. The police seemed more interested in trying to find drugs (which they didn’t) than dealing with yet another diving fatality, but they did take the body away and returned the rental boat to the marina at Spanish Town. No one asked about her missing wetsuit though from the lividity marks on the body it was obvious she had been wearing one when she died. My guess, from the blood in her throat is that she had a rare pulmonary aneurism which burst from the water pressure, but who she was, what caused her to come here and dive in the first place w/o her BC and fins is a puzzlement.  

 

A thank-you gift and menstrual-sex

A BDSM encounter thank-you gift

Hans’s thank-you gift: Returning readers will remember that Anya and I helped Adolph meet the special needs of a visiting German friend a few days ago. For more about that see my entry for July 26, 2010 ‘Pussy whipped by latex vixens’. Yesterday a courier delivered a package from him and when I opened it there was a French antique ruby and diamond bracelet with the eagles head hallmark on the clasp signifying 18 karat or higher gold purity. It is a lovely thing and such a thoughtful gift! It fits me perfectly! The rubies complement my auburn hair which Hans was so complementary about before I covered it with my rubber hood as we began our BDSM encounter. He said he is planning a return visit in the fall and hopes we can get together.

Back to the 50s, menstrual belts and pads: I’m preparing to teach a menstrual-sex class. The first one will be on August 27th when I will be CD1 again. So I’m no longer going to have routine menstrual extractions (MEs) on CD1. Returning readers will remember that I started having MEs at the first of every cycle because they shorten my period to two days which meant that I could wear a tiny Oves cervical cap and have deep dive-sex (below 10 meters) for 26 of the 28 days of my cycle. Now however, since I discovered that the Reflexions flat spring diaphragm doesn’t distort at depths down to 200 feet I can safely wear a Reflexions as a gas guard while I’m menstrual and know I’m well protected during dive-sex at any depth at least down to 200 feet. Not having routine menstrual extractions will allow me to enjoy my flow with partners who like menstrual-sex and use my menstrual discharge as a teaching aid for lecture-demonstrations when I’m teaching menstrual-sex classes.

The contraceptive safety of totally protection free sex during my period (since I don’t have a GyneFix implanted and I’m not on hormones to suppress ovulation) is still pretty high, but it depends on the stability of my cycle. Because I have very regular 28 day cycles I should be safe even on CD6 when my period ends since I regularly become fertile on CD9. Statistically the likelihood for someone in my age group (35-39) getting pregnant from a single act of unprotected intercourse on her most fertile day is 30%, but I think it’s probably higher for me since my Gyn says I have the reproductive hormone levels of a 28 y/o. That probably means that my chance of becoming pregnant from unprotected IC during my most fertile day is 40%. If I’m off a day or two I could be in trouble so I won’t go unprotected beyond CD6. I go unprotected only when menstrual and with screened and carefully selected partners so if something happens I will know who is responsible. I would still terminate and wouldn’t give the man the satisfaction of letting him know his sperm had not only fertilized my egg but that it implanted and his baby was growing in my belly.

I will probably use a Cooper Surgical (Milex) Omniflex for flow control (rather that a Reflexions) when I’m not diving because it has a slightly deeper dome so it can be worn longer between emptyings. But of course for a partner who enjoys the heavy rubbery musk of ripe rubber I will wear the wonderfully pungent ripe latex of a Reflexions. The menstrual belt and clip-on pads will only be worn while teaching menstrual-sex class and for encounters with men with menstrual-sex fetishes who like to see their partners wearing belted-pads before playing with their flow and penetrating them bareback for a swim in the red sea.

Menstrual mementos: A really fun thing about menstrual pads and tampons is that the used ones make great inexpensive and very personal mementos for guys who love menstrual-sex. I keep a few small Ziploc bags in my dancebag and at my bedside so if I feel my partner is pad-worthy enough for me to give him a keepsake of our encounter he has something to carry it in while it’s still soaked. Several partners to whom I awarded bloody pads told me they have opened the bag and masturbated to the scent of my flow while in business class returning to their wives in the east.

The absorbent menstrual protection products I wear during menstrual-sex are disposable so unlike giving away a gas guard or a pointe shoe to a favored partner the used pad is a sunk cost. There are problems with intimate mementos if the recipients aren’t careful with them. A pointe shoe is a common memento from a favored dancer or available from ballet boutiques and can perhaps be successfully explained if his wife or GF does not wear pointes herself. It’s another thing entirely trying to explain successfully a gas guard given as memento. A wife, fiancée or significant other who finds her lover’s erotic talisman and who uses a different size, style or method of contraception rightly feels betrayed. And cervical barriers are expensive gifts unless giving away the old ones with tears or thin spots which have been fully depreciated.

A used menstrual pad is a far less expensive memento, but is another unusual item for a man to have (unless it had belonged to his partner) so it is still nearly impossible to explain to a curious wife who finds my heavily used Kotex pad in her husbands travel kit or brief case. Regardless of how expensive the discovery of my used pad turns out to be for the man the gifts cost was very inexpensive for me.

Twin-hoses, ballet boot accident and butt plugs

Twin-hose class in a training pool

Twin-hose regulators and ‘flying’: When a Mistrial or other twin-hose regulator is installed correctly the inhalation hose is on the diver’s right and the exhalation hose is on the diver’s left so when the diver inhales the right hose flexes a little as the demand valve opens and gas is sucked through the hose. On exhalation, the diver’s breathe exits through the hose on her left, causing that hose to flex slightly as it is ported out through the reg housing on the top of the tank into the water behind the diver in a gurgling rush of bubbles for the surface. Some women think the inhaled and exhaled air in opposite hoses cause the hoses move up and down slightly simulating a alternating up/down pattern of wing movement. I haven’t noticed that much movement though there is some from the movement of the air against the corrugations in the hoses. One thing that is noticeable though is the need to offset the buoyancy of the air in a twin-hose reg set. Weights can be attached to the tank or weight pockets to balance and maintain the diver’s equipment to a buoyancy neutral state. In my case, since I have custom hoses made with titanium mesh to prevent having a hose slashed the weight of the metal offsets the buoyancy of the air filled hoses so no change in weighting is needed if I change to a single hose unit.

Accidentally overboard?: A friend and I were chatting the other day about Shelly’s husband and his mistress who disappeared from a cruise ship at sea. We were theorizing about what might have happened and I think I have come up with a scenario that explains their disappearance based on the little we know. I think they accidentally went over the side while having sex against their balcony rail. Shelly and I came up with what we think they were wearing from what seems to be missing from their fitted wardrobe trunks. The most important items are their footwear. The girl was wearing size 8 weighted pool-pointes and Shelly’s husband was wearing his ballet boots. So, because of their footwear the rails on the ships decks and suite balconies were effectively at least 7” lower for them and both were tall to begin with. With that in mind and knowing – from personal experience – the power of the thrusting technique Rubberstud used when taking a woman from behind I think it is entirely possible that with the intensity of his thrusts when approaching and at orgasm he could have easily lifted her off her feet and unintentionally tipped her over the rail. Two lengths of chain and locks were also missing. If she went over the rail and he tried to grab her, her weight could have pulled him over with her. And, if they were chained together at the time he may have been unable to save himself even if he tried. I think their disappearance was an extreme form of ballet boot accident.

Ballet heels and partner’s height: Since wearing ballet boots increases a woman’s height by 7” (give or take a bit depending on her shoe size) the additional height can complicate taking a partner by rear penetration. In a studio setting if a girl is able to be penetrated by a partner while en pointe while wearing pointe-shoes she should have no problem taking him while in ballet boots, unless the boots have a built-up platform. However, in those cases where a woman on her toes in regular pointes or ballet heels is too tall, or too short for her partner to take her on a flat surface she can adjust their height difference by taking him on stairs. Sex on a staircase will almost always solve the height difference problem.

Suffocated: We are seeing a rash of suffocations, there have been three now, from butt plugs. A butt plug is not something I usually associate with strangulation, but women are having their butt plugs pulled out and stuffed down their throats. Two were 1 ½ inch stainless steel and the other was a 1 ¼ Pyrex plug. I had heard of instances where girls were strangled with their Ben-Wa balls or a used tampon, but not with a butt plugs still covered with their own feces. In all three cases it was made a lot easier because they all had their hands zip-tied behind them and had fellatio guards inserted to hold their jaws open. So their assailant(s) just had to pull their plugs out and slip them into their mouths and push them far enough down their throats until they wedged in place.

The two stainless steel plug deaths were of 19 y/o twins who were part of a new player’s stable of girls. The chicks were in bikinis and still had 5” stilettos on their feet hanging in the freezer of a meat packing plant from meat hooks shoved into their vaginas. The Pyrex plug girl was a UNLV student still living at home. She was found in a bikini at the bottom of her parent’s pool. The authorities are trying to determine if there is a connection between the three girls, other than the method by which they were killed.