Homeward bound, catsuit cautions

Transparent .3mm latex catsuit relief zipper detail

The photo: Girl-girl sex in .3mm transparent chlorinated latex catsuits during our flight on the way back to the U.S. While they look awesome on any woman with a descent figure there can be drawbacks to wearing latex especially if you are breastfeeding like I am or you don’t like the scent of estrogenic sweat, vaginal secretions and latex.  

Homeward bound: There were light rain showers when we took off from Inverness on Tuesday. The arctic air mass was still over the east coast of the U.S. but Dulles (IAD) was clear and we landed to deliver some priority government documents and top off our tanks before continuing on a bit further north as the jet stream was still way to the south and staying north of it cut our head winds considerably. There were significant commercial airline delays due to the bitter cold covering most of the U.S. but private flights were operating w/o delays. On the 7^th the afternoon temperature in Vegas was 58°so fortunately the arctic high has missed us at home. The entire flight was uneventful except for what went on in the cabin.

Sexual health: Before we went to Scotland for three weeks to celebrate the Winter Solstice, Christmas and Twelfth Night I took my wards; Bea, Willow and Odette and Odile as well as myself to our Gyn (Chris) to make certain we were all in the best possible sexual health given that we are normally so sexually active. Too, in the Highlands of Scotland while Chris and his Gyn supplies would be with us it would be very disrupting to have to take a patient to a major hospital.

So we all had full pelvic exams and STI panels and everything was fine! Everyone including me has had all their Gardasil shots and vaccinated against Pneumonia, Shingles and our annual flu shots. The girls had the placement of their GyneFix copper IUDs checked with ultrasounds and our cervices checked for dysplasia. The PAP test was particularly important to me because if my cervix wasn’t healthy I would have to stop wearing an Oves cap which screws down tight on it, and that would be traumatic for me as I’m psychologically attuned with having something tight sucking on my cervix protecting my uterus.

Too, knowing we were all sexually healthy and have had all our shots gave us confidence that with STI screened men (which they were) we should be safe from infections with the use of DiveGel+ for vaginal pH balancing to allow having frequent sex with about sixteen new men in that three week interval.  I was particularly pleased with the results of my pelvic as Chris took new measurements of my vaginal grip with the Peritron 9300 perineometer as well as checking the health and thickness of the rugae making up my vaginal lining.  Since I’ll be 43 next month I’m very sensitive to any signs of sexually aging like changes in duration of my cycle or menstrual flow or thinning of vaginal rugae or inability to lubricate naturally. I’m pleased that Chris said I have the vaginal lining of a nineteen year old and that when fully aroused my vagina is deeper by five mm than when we last measured it. That’s a bit of a problem since when not aroused I still take an 80mm traditional diaphragm which means that, especially when I’m entered from behind when aroused while wearing a 80mm Reflexions a partner is more likely to hit the rim, but since I only wear it when menstrual or as back-up flood insurance (over an Oves) while diving I should be ok.

Latex catsuit sex: Wearing a latex catsuit for a prolonged length of time like continuously for 24 hours takes some planning if the wearer is to be sexually active and have a healthy vagina. A sweaty vulva encased in a tight nonporous material like latex can quickly develop a bacterial overgrowth resulting in a yeast infection, YI. Here again DiveGel+ in 10ml prefilled disposable applicators, with its acidic pH is used as a vaginal pH balancer and is spread over the latex wearer’s labia and entrance to her urethra as well to minimize the likelihood of bladder infections. Also, being taken from behind where a partner isn’t continuously pressing on the urethral entrance reduces the likelihood of developing honeymoon cystitis.

Since I’m lactating and breast feeding my wards and male sexual partners when I can I have to be careful about leaking nipples (I wear Lilly Padz when not breast feeding) or spilled breast milk in a latex suit which if not quickly cleaned up can cause the suit to smell of rancid milk, a really stomach turning scent and even chlorinated latex can pick up that odor quickly, but that’s my problem as there are very few lactating women who enjoy being clad and having sex in latex as the compression of lactating breasts under tight latex can be painful.

Of course vaginal discharge and having a new catsuit with the relief zipper stained – even though it has a zipper tongue to prevent direct zipper track contact with the wearer’s labia - with discharge and smelling like a diaphragm that has been left inserted too long can be a turn off for a latex newbie too. But that rubbery stench is an acquired taste and a huge turn-on in rubberiest circles where experienced men prize the scent of rubber marinated in decaying vaginal discharge. The zipper stains can be removed with lemon juice, but latex catsuits are high maintenance clothing which is one of a thousand reasons why I’m glad to have Beth taking proper care of my costumes.

Latex encounters: I had been craving wearing a latex catsuit even before we went to Scotland and I’d packed my new .3mm transparent chlorinated latex twin zipper one from Labia Labs. There is a breast feeding zip that opens for breast access and the double pull one for back entry and relief access.  Willow was fitted at the same time with just the twin pull back entry/relief zip, and packed hers also so we buddied up on the way home for sweaty girl-girl latex sheathed sex with plugs, Hitachi wands and Pyrex dildos. When Willow wasn’t breast feeding we both wore M10 gasmasks to muffle our moans, mewing and screams as we took one another to orgasm multiple times before snuggling into each others arms and fell into sound post orgasmic sleep. Willow smelled wonderfully of latex, rubber polish, and estrogenic sweat, her last male lover’s residual semen still draining out and with my vaginal secretions including some of Jack’s liquefies semen on her fingers. It was a marvelous three hours and I’m so pleased she’s really into sex with me!

 

Training swimsuits

The REALISE T-020 swimsuit white, high neck, thong back, transparent when wet

Blogger Image posting problem: Apparently those of us who use Internet Explorer have been unable to post an image from our computers to our blogs since about January 2nd. The problem was just fixed late this afternoon, which is why I’m just starting to post now after returning from the UK on the 4th. You’ve got to love the speed at which those Google techies work when they are fixing a problem that affects a competitor’s browser.

I’m back: I had a marvelous time in the UK, at Stonehenge for the Winter Solstice, though I was really sore, from insufficient padding on the altar, after the ceremony. I spent the rest of the time at Cyndi’s Grandfather’s castle in Scotland with Jack, Lord Sandbach, the Dukes son who is interested in me in spite of his father wanting him to wed a younger woman. I thought at first that the old bull was worried about me producing healthy heirs, but from what I overheard him say during this last visit it seems that he looks on me as his ‘fancy piece’, since he was my lover for a while until he had a heart attach while in my saddle. He couldn’t get off so I ripple gripped him and the orgasm he had was too much for his heart and he nearly died! Sigh! His doctor said he wasn’t to take me any more if he valued his health and while he has mostly followed doctor’s orders in that regard he can’t abide John having me whenever he wants.

Training opportunities: Taryn said she had some opportunities we wouldn’t want to miss and suggested that Cyndi and I bring our training gear with us, meaning pointe shoes, tights, leotards, swimsuits and Ben Wa sets. For contraception Cyndi just had her second GyneFix IUD inserted two months ago (it has a three year life) and as usual I’m using an Oves cap and a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm. Even though the Druid priests put woven mats of reeds on the stone altar on which I lay for forty minutes while the young male inductee filled me with his seed as I ushered him into the mysteries of the faith, I ended up with my back covered with bruises from the 140 pound man driving my back into the reed mats that the thin exposure suit did not protect against. Fortunately several sessions with Taryn’s masseuse and I felt great although my back was purple and yellow for weeks afterward.

Transparent swimsuits: Does remember the Ujena swimsuits from the 80s that became transparent when wet? Well, things have gotten much better since then. The style shown above by the Japanese firm Realise was available only in white with a high leg and thong back and made of material that is transparent when wet: 82% Polyester, 18% Polyurethane. It’s guaranteed to be a traffic stopper in any pool! It was available for about $85 USD

Training and assessing men: Adolph has gotten the mfg. to make similar suits and a thong-back bikini version of the same material for his Towel-Girls at Splash and a few of his closest women friends including Cyndi and me. I call this style my ‘assessment suit’ because I wear it as a bodysuit while working to assess and train male escorts in the art of foreplay. The snug fit tests the trainee’s ability to innovate to arouse me through the fabric, though with waxed pubes the thong can be easily pushed to one side allowing ready access for direct fingering or penetration. I like this style too for taking technique classes (for PDD I’d wear a different, non transparent, style and tights) as I think it shows off my flat belly and great legs to advantage and the 18% Polyurethane makes the stretch firm enough to provide excellent support for all but fully engorged breasts. Cyndi and I took these suits to workout in so as we sweat in the studio with our trainers more of our bodies are on display even though we remain completely covered, but visibly nude. It was a matter of sexually frustrating our English pointe trainers who worked us very hard while we trained. They have been known to occasionally fall for our tease and get a quick piece if they are lucky. It’s so much fun be able - while appearing to be disinterested - to flaunt our bodies to get men who are totally absorbed in the controlled movement of the female body interested in having sex with us. After the first few classes our teachers suggested sex first after which we could all concentrate fully on our technique.

Rubberized suits: The on-line store is at: http://www.jpnswimming.net/product/750 also have REALISE rubberized suits, of Polyurethane, with a thong back and they are ideal for underwater fighting where an opponent will try to hold on to or pull off your suit as the material does not stretch or snag, but the fit is critical as a Polyurethane suit that is too small will be very uncomfortable and one that is just a bit too large will gap and allow finger holds.

While conducting escort training I wear a black Polyurethane suit – so I’m easily identified as a trainer - while I’m in a training pool with escort candidates since tempers can sometimes get out of hand when the girls are showing off competing for a particular male nearby. The trainees wear pastel colored rubber suits and knowing that men are so near, but unattainable while wearing a Polyurethane suit frustration increases and tempers of highly sexed competitive women easily fray leading to fights I have to stop. Though I can’t wear it for sex I find that a well fitting Polyurethane suit is very comfortable to work in as it provides binding for my breasts holding them snugly in place after I’ve emptied them. Then I’m good for about two hours in the suit until my breasts fill to the point that they become uncomfortable bound against my chest in their unstretchable Polyurethane girdle.

Working during vacation: I did work on a few Valentines Day strip routines in the castles studio that His Grace had built for Cyndi. My audiences at the high roller club venues are predominately white men of a certain age who remember songs from the 50s when they still had melodies, big bands were still common, and vocalists who could actually sing were performing. In our venues performing to songs of that period a girl can increase her tips exponentially, filling her G-string with Hamiltons, Jacksons and an occasional Grant rather than Washingtons and Lincolns. So after class I worked on a few routines to be performed en pointe to songs they will remember:

Al De La - from the 1962 film Rome Adventure staring: Troy Donahue, Angie Dickinson, Rossano Brazzi and Suzanne Pleshette, has a lovely flowing melody that a very languid strip can be performed to.

The Third Man Theme – from the 1949 film - played on the zither. Its pizzicato melody is perfect for stripping, or even kinky sex, en pointe for a performer skilled enough and with stamina enough to stay on her toes that long.

La Vie En Rose - The signature song of French singer Édith Piaf, written in 1945, popularized in 1946, and released as a single in 1947

Fascination – The music has been around since the early 20th century as a waltz. With lyrics in 1932 it was published in 1932 as a song. Jane Morgan’s recording in 1957 became her signature song. Stripping to a waltz can be great fun!

Teach Me Tonight – Published in 1953 popular versions were recorded by Joan Webber and the De Castro sisters in 1954.

It’s good to be home: While I had fun and could relax in John’s arms it’s good that I’m back because while the ballet company ran smoothly there were problems at Splash, and with the attending staff that run the three multi-bed hyperbaric chambers Adolph has; the newest at Splash, one at The Lorelei and the other at his deep dive training facility. Nothing that training and a vacuum aspiration or two can’t fix, but still for the women involved who weren’t careful enough it is a trying time. And of course UNLV starts their Spring term today so I’m sure I’ll be hearing from some of the sorority women.