Motivational sex

A Semina silicone coil spring diaphragm and its introducer

Travel agents behind-the-scenes tours: One of the things that have kept our casino/hotel profitable during the recession is that we are offering ‘award tours’ as motivation for selected top-selling adventuresome women travel agents in up-market agencies. We offer them a chance to have an adult adventure behind the scenes in the Vegas entertainment community and offering that sort of an adventure has been a great motivator in increasing our bookings, especially in the area of adult entertainment. It’s not intended as a gender specific thing, but so far it’s turned out that way. Think about it, how many men have you seen working as travel agents? The women we select from the travel industry are usually single, between the ages of 35 and 45, pretty, in good physical condition and are self motivated. A few are single moms which is not an issue with us as it makes them that much more intent on making a sale.

Everyone awarded a “behind the scenes tour” is checked for STIs and hCG. We tell them that it’s a normal part of Vegas life (which it is in our part of the entertainment industry) and the tests are free so while we sometimes get a strange look there is so much else going on it’s soon forgotten. We test so we know exactly where we stand infection and pregnancy wise so we aren’t allowing a pregnant chick to dive because she could later claim the pressure caused birth defects or other complications and we need to know about their sexual health to protect our tour guides. Our male escorts offer unprotected sex (no condom) if the woman wants it so she can experience ‘Mr. Muscle’s’ load draining into her thong while he takes her to dinner in a nice restaurant and dancing.

Child Care: We have very few winners bring their children, but if they do we are prepared. We have a deluxe day-care facility for hotel guest’s young children. For tweens we take them to see magic shows or movies and for those over the age of consent we have special programs. Teen daughters can be more easily entertained by an afternoon in a dance class or watching a rehearsal and for boys we have them work out in the gym or take a SCUBA class with a male escort.

If the boy is over the age of consent and his mom says it’s ok we may take him to Naughty’s for a soda and a blow-job. We don’t come right out and ask “is it ok for Bobby to be blown” we just ask if it’s ok to give him a taste of Vegas while chaperoned, and they usually agree. We wouldn’t intentionally give a virgin his first experience with vaginal penetration, (unless asked to) but we do ask enough questions to tell if he has been sexually active. The kid is normally blown away (no pun intended) and comes back raving about what a great time he had watching the pole-dancers. They always seem to leave out the part about the dancer letting him remove and smell her shoes and swallowing when he unloads in her mouth.

Men and head: I don’t know what it is about males that make them so pleased when we swallow their ejaculate. The dancers entertaining the teen males have had recent full STI panels so the kids are in no danger. And, the boy leaves with a swagger in his walk. OMG! That is so cute to see what effect his first professional blow-job has on a boy! When I give head I always swallow. I like the feel of the thick hot fluid sliding down my throat like a huge glob of mucus from a sinus infection, but with a much better, taste. I love the thought that my stomach juices are digesting the hundreds of millions of sperm in his load any one of which could (if I wasn’t protected) give me his baby if he pumped it in to me from the other end.

A virgin in Vegas: We had one tour-winning mom ask that we give her 17 y/o son his first vaginal sex. She was concerned that he wasn’t assertive enough. She said he was shy around girls and thought “where better for him to learn about women than in Las Vegas”. I could argue the point either way, but it’s something we are prepared to handle and the mom signed a waver telling what she didn’t want him doing (no anal sex, but cunilingus and fellatio were ok) so there wouldn’t be any ‘misunderstanding’ after the fact. We also videoed the encounter, so if there was a difference of opinion about what actually occurred during the encounter we would have a record.

There are so very few 17 y/o straight male virgins in Vegas that I took responsibility for his sexual education myself. It was an opportunity worth more than rubies! He is polite and smart a National Honor Society student and into hiking and rock climbing so he is in wonderful physical condition. I thought he might be shy because he thought his package was undersized, but it turned out it was just the opposite. He appeared to have normally sized genitals, but when he became aroused he turned out to be equipped with a giant-economy-size package that was at least 2.5 inches thick and 8+ inches long. When I saw him aroused it was all I could do to keep from smiling which I was afraid he might misinterpret. I was so pleased that I had the feeling he was special and had taken him under my wing for his entry into manhood, sexually speaking. I told him what a wonderful gift he had been given, but that he would need to be gentle with his girlfriends. I let him watch and told him what I was doing as I inserted a Semina diaphragm and we talked about how he needed to be sure his girlfriend was protected before entering her. He said he thought “girls had hair around their pussies” which gave me the opportunity to talk about how most female dancers in Vegas had waxed or shaved pubes so their abbreviated costumes would fit better.

I taught him how to give oral sex and loved it afterward when I could smell my musk on his face and taste my fluids on his lips as I taught him to deep kiss. I taught him to breast feed (gently) and he proved to have the stamina one hopes to find in very young virile males entering me gently and taking me five times the first afternoon and four more that evening before I had to ripple-grip him. Afterward, during pillow-talk, he said: “I thought you were going to suck me so deep inside you I’d be coming out your mouth!” That conversation was caught on the video which I thought was cool! I loved him ramming my cervix, but he wasn’t nearly big enough to hurt me! I told his mom when they left that she had a wonderful son and she needn’t worry about his performance with girls. She seemed relieved. When he starts dating at home the girls will be all over him like white on rice, and lining up for a chance to be taken by him.

Preparation for dive-sex: The tour winners have all heard about and want to experience dive-sex so we give them some preliminary training where if they aren’t SCUBA qualified they take a basic SCUBA class using an Ocean Reef Space Raptor FFM. They are fitted for a diaphragm for use as a gas guard and shown how to use it. We also show them how to use a diaphragm introducer that holds the diaphragm (either a Semina coil or Reflexions flat spring rim) in its compressed position for ease of insertion. [An introducer is shown with a Semina diaphragm in the photo at the top of this entry.] The women are also given a diaphragm under-thrusting class, in a studio (not underwater) to let them experience what under-thrusting feels like. Included in the tour winner’s dive-sex encounter is a guaranteed three orgasm minimum with a gorgeously virile and well hung escort, which is usually the high point of their stay in Vegas.

Our escorts do not under-thrust during dive sex for safety reasons. We give the women the under-thrust class so that if they have dive-sex again they will know if their partner is under-thrusting the dome of their diaphragm. If they think their gas guard has been compromised by being under-thrust during submerged sex the wearer should immediately terminate the encounter at least long enough to surface, remove, reinsert and reseal their gas guard before continuing with the encounter.

The tour winners are fitted with either Semina diaphragms and have dive-sex in one of the twenty foot deep training pools; or, for a very few who we are courting because of their contacts, they are fitted with a latex Reflexions flat spring (suitable for dive-sex below 30 feet) and use Nitrox II to dive ‘The Pit’ the 68 ft. deep pool at my home. That last bit drives my lawyers wild and increased my insurance premiums, but I can write that part of the insurance premium off as a business expense.

Cinderella as a pointe shoe fetish ballet

Cinderella’s Prince savoring the feel and scent of a sweaty pointe shoe in situ

Cinderella a version lost to history: One of the most popular versions of Cinderella was written by Charles Perrault in 1697. However, a mid 19th century version now lost in the mists of time was apparently the first to include the evolving blocked ballet shoe that was morphing into the modern pointe as an important element in the story.

This version of the fairy tale Cinderella, now lost except for the choreographers notebook in La Bibliothèque nationale de France in Paris, deviates considerably from Perrault’s story and is set in late 19th century Germany and tells of a young German Nobleman just reaching his majority as hereditary heir of a Principality in what is now southern Germany. He was too far from the twin centers of ballet shoe fetishism; Paris and St. Petersburg, to travel there frequently so he vowed to feed and cultivate his growing toe-shoe fetish by establishing a local ballet school with retired dancers from the Paris Opera Ballet whose roots go back to the Court of Louis the XIV in 1661 and the Mariinsky Ballet founded in the 1740s, as teachers for his students.

The student selection process was rigorous, but he managed to recruit a small group of established ballet students from the daughters of the local aristocracy as well as set up beginners dance classes for girls 5 y/o and older until in a few years of unrelenting training and discipline he had a small but accomplished ballet school in which the oldest girls in their mid to late teens were wearing toe-shoes of the most advanced design. And, he had a cobbler shop set up for the sole purpose of providing satin and leather ballet shoes for the students and dancers of his company.

One day on his solitary morning walk to inspect the students at his ballet school the Prince came upon a single ballet shoe lying in the dust of the road. He picked it up and inspected it closely marveling at the tiny, tight, neat rows of stitching the held the ribbons on the shoe thinking the needlework was that of a nimble orderly mind dedicated to her art. Slipping his nose into the heavily stitched block of the shoe he took a deep breath and was entranced by the bouquet of the woman’s scent. It was a mixture of estrogenic sweat, damp leather, paste and fabric and he fancied the shoe still warm with her body heat that had made the block so soft and pliable that he wondered how a woman could dance on her toes in such soft shoes. He immediately became amorously aroused and determined to find the owner and return her shoe.

He hurried on to the school and had all the students and female staff appear before him one at a time trying to find the shoe’s owner, but to no avail and so he asked the Ballet Master to call the roll to see who was missing. The only absent dancer was one of the young French ballerinas, a beloved teacher at the school and who that morning had rushed home suddenly shortly after arriving. And so it was that the Prince appeared at the door of dancer’s thatched cottage at the end of the village. He asked to see the dancer, but her maid said she was indisposed. He insisted and was admitted by her maid who again said her mistress was unwell and wasn’t receiving visitors and he again insisted that she appear before him. So after some time she appeared before him with ashes on her clothes looking pale and unwell and when he asked after her health she blushed and bowed her head and didn’t reply.

Taking her chin in his hand he gently raised her head and in his most gentle and persuasive voice asked her to sit down and please tell him what was wrong so he could make it right. She immediately smiled and blushing apologized for her appearance and said she had been about to light the fireplace in her room to warm herself when a log fell off the grate and covered her with ashes. She said there was nothing he could do since her time of the month had arrived a day early and she was bleeding. She said she expected to be fine by evening as her cramps normally lasted only a few hours at the beginning of her flow.

He understood immediately and was certain the shoe belonged to her, but it was necessary to test his certainty because he intended to make the owner of the shoe an offer she couldn’t refuse. And so he knelt before her and withdrew the shoe from a pocket of his jacket, unfolded its soft satin back and after asking her to extend her left leg and point her foot he slipped the shoe onto her foot and pulled the back over her heel. It fit perfectly! Not one to waste time, while he was kneeling he asked her to marry him and she immediately agreed since she had been in love with him for months because of his kindness to the students of the school and his skills at hunting and diplomacy which she had learned about from traveling minstrels before she arrived in the village to accept a position as a ballet teacher. She thanked him for returning her shoe as the specially blocked shoes were very expensive and took a lot of time to adapt to fit her feet and she showed him her monogram she had embroidered on the inside of the fabric quarter panel of the shoe just to establish her ownership.

The Nutcracker: Prince Freud wrote the story-lines for a series of other ballets that all had the use of toe-shoes for seduction, defense or as offensive weapons and as objects of veneration on or off the feet of the heroines in his stories. And this was at least ten years ahead of the first use of the pointe shoe as a weapon in a mainstream ballet, The Nutcracker. The Nutcracker, a ballet in two acts, music by Tchaikovsky with choreography by Lev Ivanov was first presented at the Maryinsky in December 1892 and in it the child heroine, Clara, contributes to the defeat of the Mouse King by hitting him in the head with the block of her pointe shoe which saved the life of the Nutcracker Prince and earns her his love and adoration in return.

Prince Freud had three daughters by the French ballerina he married and they were all raised and trained by their mother to use their expertise in musicality, technique and stamina in the art of ballet dancing to cloud the minds of the males pursuing them until they so besotted the men of their choice that they got almost everything they wanted and lived happily ever after. By then the process of vulcanizing rubber had been perfected and cervical caps had become effective and the favorite means of contraception in Europe. If carefully fitted and used consistently the cervical cap was extremely effective in preventing pregnancy so the Princesses could plan their families. The daughters married into the nobility of the surrounding countries and in that manner the fetish of the pointe shoe was spread and nurtured throughout the ruling class of Europe.

Male children were tutored in the ballet shoe fetish as part of their earliest education so almost all would seek out Ballerinas as mistresses, consorts and wives in order to support their pointe shoe fetish which in many cases rose to the level of addiction. Even young European nobles sent to be educated in the monastic universities of Oxford and Cambridge in England which were then infamous as hotbeds of repressed sexuality and homosexual Dons could not be swayed from their quest for ballet girls and insisted on the girls wearing their ballet shoes during sex. However, the pattern was broken during the First World War (1914-1918) as nearly an entire generation of the male European elite was slaughtered on the battlefields of Europe and the pointe shoe fetish as a driving force in the lives of the male nobility almost died out.

Cinderella: And then, at the end of the Second World War (1939-1945) a Russian composer and his choreographer produced their version of the story of Cinderella as a ballet in which the pointe shoe became an object of veneration. Cinderella is a ballet in three acts with music by Sergei Prokofiev and choreography by Rotislav Zakharov and was first performed by the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow in November 1945. This ballet was the first in the 20th century to use the pointe shoe as a public object of veneration by substituting it for the glass slipper in the fairy tale and by doing so they rekindled the flames of the pointe shoe fetish and worship in Europe.

Reawakened by the ballet the pointe shoe fetish grew in the mainstream of social life under the noses of one of the most repressive and brutal regimes seen in modern times. Ever since Cinderella was first performed the adoration and seduction of the pointe shoe has simmered and bubbled beneath the surface. Slim girls lovely in satin shoes that make their long gorgeous legs look even more beautiful when balanced on their toes. Over the years Cinderella has contributed to the mystique of all the women who have ever danced in pointe shoes. Of necessity in 1945 the fetish was cloaked in the gauzy mists of feminine beauty, skill and artistic temperament, but the rush to smell and own a dancer’s sweaty pointes was on in earnest in Europe once again.

Pointe shoe quiz November 06, 2010

Who is the maker of these shoes?

This is one may be difficult, but you guys are good at getting the easy ones.

Sexual addiction and Vegas

An illustration from our brochure on ballet addiction

Vegas for medical professionals: As prospective clients we are targeting groups of medical professionals, especially Gynecologists, Psychologists and Psychiatrists who are either sexually adventuresome or want as part of their continuing education (CE) to experience extreme sex or sex in hostile environments so they can better understand the compulsion or addiction to it. These disorders are not fully understood and treatment protocols vary widely. An emerging protocol, one that is gaining in popularity, calls for mental health professionals to experience the narcotic effect of extreme sex for themselves. Our Sexual Addiction Continuing Education (SACE) short courses are done in conjunction with and filled through major medical schools throughout the country which feel that they don’t have the expertise to teach such a specialized subject in-house, but they do most of the screening process for us. We provide a relaxed learning environment and aside from the clothing, shoe and protective device fittings, which are pleasurable in themselves and take about four hours, the other three days are devoted entirely to sexual encounters with a single diver/dancer escort chosen specifically to match the physical and mental needs of the student.

IUDs and dive-sex: I’ve written before about the fact that wearing a cervical barrier as a gas guard during dive-sex is crucial for the safety of the woman and that a diaphragm can interfere with the strings of an IUD with a frame, such as a ParaGard or Mirena because the strings can stick to the dome and if that happens removing the diaphragm can pull out the IUD. Because so many female Gyns have IUDs inserted themselves and because ParaGard and Mirena are the only two brands currently approved by the FDA (except in clinical trials) for insertion in the U.S. we had to come up with a way to allow ParaGard and Mirena wearers to safely wear a diaphragm for dive-sex.

We decided that since the IUD was providing effective contraception spermicide wasn’t needed in the dome. Instead we filled the dome with dive-gel the thick super slippery silicone base intimate lube so if the dive gel is applied correctly there would be no danger of the IUD strings sticking to the gas guard. Problem solved! And, we can use this fix with all other women IUD wearers who want to experience dive-sex for themselves.

Confidentiality: With medical professionals there is a confidentiality issue both from the personal and professional privacy standpoint. We initially though that for dive-sex the client would wear a mirrored full face mask so that the escort s/he is with would be unable to recognize the client with his or her clothes on. And for Ballet or other surface sex laboratory-encounter training the client would wear a Polymorphe latex helmet that covers the hair and facial features so again s/he is unrecognizable. But as the length of the course increased to four days and the escort would be in classes, at meals and sleeping with the student for the entire time that idea was obviously unworkable so we just give the student an alias for the time s/he is with us. And as licensed sex therapists our escort dancer/divers are ethically bound not to discuss what a client says during a therapy session. The mirrored FFM and the Polymorphe helmet are still used, but just as part of cosplay.

Doctors and pointe shoes: While dive-sex is more extreme ballet-sex in its most virulent form is far more prevalent as a disorder, probably because dancewear and shoes are cheaper and more readily available than SCUBA and pools that can be used for intimate dive encounters. One of the problems we have had with both men and women in the SACE program is that few of the women and none of the men have had much experience with wearing much less walking in pointe shoes.

For the very few women who have taken pointe and have kept up some level of skill we offer a CE penetrative encounter en pointe while taken from behind. We have the woman fitted in new Gaynor Minden pointes sized with her wearing additionally toe padding. Gaynors are the strongest and most comfortable pointes to wear for a penetrative encounter en pointe, but still it can be painful so being a bit of a masochist is a plus. The problem for women who have never experienced an orgasm en pointe is that regardless of how strong their feet and ankles are they all go rubber-legged at orgasm so the escort must hold firmly on to her hips not only to be able to guide his thrusts against her G-spot, but to support her when her ankles begin to wobble and she starts to fall off pointe.

For the women who have never worn pointes: We trim their toenails and pad them up in Gaynors just as we do for the experienced pointe wearers and let them stand en pointe holding on to the barre in a studio just so they get a feel of what it’s all about. Then, for their CE encounter we have them kneel on a bed and be taken doggie style where they can support themselves on their hands and knees while still having their toes packed into the blocks of their Gaynors.

A very few with high pain thresholds will insist on trying to stick it out en pointe. If that happens we have them sign liability wavers and substitute silicone toe pads and coat their toes with lidocaine gel to numb them. But that doesn’t stop their calves from cramping or their ankles from wobbling from the start. They insist on trying to get as much of the total experience as they can so you have to admire their dedication. But those few are at very high risk of a bad sprain even though the escort is there to catch them when they fall off pointe.

For men who have never worn pointes: So far none of the male doctors has had any previous experience wearing pointe shoes. There have been only one or two who wanted to try wearing toe-shoes and then only because they specialized in treating male sexual fantasies and had seen several cases of pointe shoe addiction. So we trimmed their nails, fitted them (padded up) in Gaynors, and coated their toes with lidocaine gel with additional in their silicone pads. They did quite well for their first times in toe-shoes, complaining only about calf cramps. Their CE pointe encounter is with their therapist diver/dancer escort also en pointe standing on an adjustable platform so she would be at the correct height for penetration.

And, the guys have all been very focused as most gave their escort an orgasm (no faking is allowed by the escort) before they ejaculated which I think is marvelous control by guys balanced on their toes for the first time while drilling a dance-chick. Realistically I know continuing education in such a specialized field as sexual addiction is worthwhile, but I have to wonder if the continuing education training we are providing isn’t enabling addiction of some of the medical professionals we are training. In talking to my personal psychiatrist – who was a dancer in her teens and has taken the SACE course we provide - she says that it’s probable, that some of the doctors taking the course will become addicted themselves from the intensity of the encounters we provide.

Terri is Splashed

Principal F style pointes and a FemCap

Terri takes a hit: One of the more senior Towel Girls, Terri, took the ‘offer’ spot of the TG who was fired for shooting up with testosterone. [For more about that see my entry for October 30, 2010] Gigi had thought she would have a chance at the position, but age, experience and being a favorite of several influential club members got Terri the job. Physically she is very attractive and has great skills and stamina, but her vagina while tight is fairly shallow so she has had to make sure she takes a well hung stallion in positions where he can’t penetrate her too deeply. Talent has kept her in the offer spot – though there is a probationary period associated with any new appointment at Splash - even with that limitation because she is a favorite with most of the more modestly hung (up to 6.5 inches) members.

However, a German stallion (8+ inches) and friend of Adolph came in for his regular romp and found his usual Towel Girl was out with a UTI so he was offered Terri. His name is Otto and he is infamous at Splash for rough sex regardless of how deep his partner is so she was terrified, but obligated to accept him or appear to management as being unwilling to take risks and it’s the risk taking that Splash Towel Girls are known for. He wanted dive sex so she took him into one of the private twenty ft deep encounter pools.

It happened that Adolph had asked me to go with him to Splash to give him my opinion of the Club’s operation now that it has been open since late February of this year. So we were in the operations room when Terri was assigned to Otto. I asked if he wanted to say hello to Otto, but he just rubbed his hands together smiled and said no, that he wanted to see how they got along and that, “their encounter would be a good test of the depth of talent that we have at the club”.

Terri chooses FemCap: When I talked to her later Terri said she expected Otto to ram her cervix which is what he is infamous for, but she thought she had a chance to get some cervical thrust buffering by wearing a FemCap which she hoped would transfer some of the energy of his thrusts to the walls of her vagina rather than it all going directly to her cervix as it would through the thin stretchy dome of the diaphragm she normally used as a gas guard. She had two FemCaps; one had its removal strap trimmed off which allows another 5 mm of penetration depth before there is any contact between a partner’s glans and the dome covering her cervix. The other was unmodified. She decided that she would wear the unmodified FemCap hoping the strap might hurt him when he rammed her and cause him to back off a bit.

Terri, like a lot of other working girls in our area, is part of the clinical trial of the GyneFix IUD and so is still cycling naturally. She was fertile and let Otto watch as she tried to insert her FemCap over her ripe (soft, high and open) cervix, but she was nervous and had so much trouble getting it in that he finally had to help her position it correctly and push it on to her cervix for her. He also had trouble getting it over her cervix until she pushed down to force her cervix toward the entrance to her vagina so he could reach it. Adolph and I were watching on the pool’s security cam and I squirmed as I watched Otto forcing the dome over Terri’s cervix.

Thrust buffering Vs. Semina: Terri said she knew it was a gamble that the thick silicone dome of her FC would be enough to save her, but she hoped the stiffer dome would provide more thrust buffering than the super thin transparent silicone membrane of the Semina coil spring diaphragm that she and the other TGs typically wear for submerged encounters. She thought she would be in trouble if management learned she was using a FemCap, but it was her only chance to try and minimize the pain she knew Otto was going to cause her. Adolph insists that all the Towel Girls wear Seminas as gas guards because the girls, and more importantly their clients, think the pink transparent silicone device is both sexy and beautiful and the clients can feel the girl’s cervix through the transparent rubber membrane. Semina is only effective as a gas guard down to 30 feet, but that is all a TG needs working in 20 ft deep encounter pools and it can be worn regardless of where the TG is in her cycle, unlike FemCap that can’t be worn safely while menstrual.

Once Terri’s FC was in place she inserted a 10 ml applicator of Semécide, the intimate lube/spermicide combination made with dive-gel and 4% Octoxynol-9 and spread a finger full of it over her labia to help with underwater insertion. Then she put on a Splash signature swimsuit, a white Gottex string thong bikini that tied at the hips and between her breasts so it could be easily removed while she was in full dive gear. The fabric of Splash swimsuits becomes transparent when wet so while she was covered her breasts and waxed vulva would be on full display. The intent of the bikini is as a delaying tactic and part of foreplay to keep the client busy playing with her nipples and labia while she tries to get as aroused as possible before penetration by an impatient client.

The Dive: We watched on the HD video in the Operations center as Otto helped her into her SCUBA set; a very short fat 80 cu/ft aluminum tank (so she was accessible from the rear), an Ocean Technologies Guardian FFM and a ScubaPro Diva buoyancy control vest and cinched her shoulder straps and waist belt snug so her tank backboard wouldn’t slide around. She pulled on her FFM and tightened the straps on her head harness to seat the seal against her face. Then she closed the ambient breathing valve on her mask and tested the seal. Finding it satisfactory she opened ambient breathing valve (ABV) again and entered the water. While she waited for Otto she inflated and vented her BCD to make certain she could control her buoyancy while she watched Otto put on his SCUBA gear and enter the water. They had discussed what Otto wanted and all he asked for was ‘ordinary vanilla sex while taking her from the rear’. That sounds pretty routine unless you’ve see Otto in action with his 9 inch long 2.5 inch diameter shaft and Terri knew what was in store for her.

They closed their ABVs, stepped off the shelf into deep water, vented their BCDs and started their descent. While sinking they both worked the equalization features of their masks to equalize the pressure in their sinuses and ears. On the bottom she tethered with ankle leashes attached to D-rings in the pool floor then added air to her vest until she was at positive buoyancy and held in a wide spread-eagle about fifteen feet below the surface and facing Otto. He began playing with her bikini. He was far more solicitous of her than he is with his regular TG who knew what to expect. Of course Terri knew from other TG’s accounts what to expect and while she should have been grateful for his attempt to arouse her she was near panic. Then Otto finished stripping off her of her bikini and it was Showtime!

The thrust: He swam around behind her, had her bend at the waist so her tank was out of his way and he spread her labia feeling for the entrance of her vagina. She had just been waxed at the first of the week so her mons veneris and vulva were baby soft and smooth and she remembers thinking how gently he fingered her. It didn’t last. She felt him position the tip of his shaft against her vaginal introitus then clamp his hands on both her hips grip her tightly and pull her towards him while with a massive thrust he rammed his shaft inside her. She remembers gasping as she felt him plunge into the depths of her and then she said things got chaotic. It was a single enormous thrust and she felt him going deeper and deeper and deeper and she wondered for an instant how she was going to take all that, but of course she already knew, she couldn’t! And then he hit the dome of her FemCap and kept going deeper. The dome of her cap collapsed from a combination of ambient water pressure and the force of his thrust and compressed the soft tissue of her ripe cervix while forcing her uterus up and back tearing the ligaments that held it in place. Only then did his pelvis slam into hers. She said later that she couldn’t breathe for what seemed like ages. Then she inhaled and as the first wave of pain washed over her she screamed and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but to no avail. She was impaled on his shaft as surely as a butterfly is pinned to its specimen card in a museum.

She said she felt him withdraw and thought he realized she was badly hurt and that it was over, but it had only just begun! He continued to ram himself into her for another five minutes. And during that time he came up underneath her and split the pad of fat, the mons veneris, that protected her pubic bone, gave her a class 2 vaginal tear and seemingly detached her uterus from its anchors so she could feel it just flopping around in her belly as he continued to ram her cervix. The good news was that her uterus did not rupture and the ER doctor said that the dome of her FemCap probably prevented her cervix from splitting. She doubled over wracked by crushingly intense cramps and then nausea swept over her and she gagged and tried not to vomit in her mask as she reached for the Velcro fasters on her ankle leashes. After several tries she managed to get them open and hit the inflator on her buoyancy vest and started their ascent and at that point she vomited in her mask. . On their way to the surface Otto tipped over the edge by her vaginal spasms shot his wad inside her.

The recovery: In the Operations center Adolph had already alerted the EMTs on duty and had an ambulance on the way. We rushed down to the encounter pool and helped Otto get her out of her equipment and pull her out of the water. By then the EMTs (two experienced women) were there and they managed to clear her airway and get her breathing again while in the background I could hear Otto complaining to Adolph that he only got off once and wanted another Towel Girl.

(To be continued.)

Black Swan an appreciation

Natalie Portman costumed as Odile in the film Black Swan

The New York Times
HOLIDAY MOVIES
October 30, 2010
By TERRENCE RAFFERTY

A Dark Transformation to Strains of ‘Swan Lake’

“WHEN I started thinking about ‘Swan Lake,’ ” said Darren Aronofsky, whose new film, “Black Swan,” is about a young dancer wrestling with the demanding lead role in that ballet, “a dancer, I think Julie Kent, said to me that the story is really about a girl who gets caught by an evil magician who turns her into a swan during the day and a half-swan, half-human at night. It popped into my head, ‘Oh, a were-swan.’ And I realized I was making a werewolf movie.”

It seems not to have occurred to him, even at that moment of enlightenment, that good werewolf movies are nearly as rare as good ballet films, but the thought probably wouldn’t have daunted him much. “I mean, that was probably one of the major things that attracted me to the story,” he said, “the idea of putting Natalie Portman through this physical transformation. That’s what the fairy tale is about.”

Physical transformation is, after all, what ballet is about too: the stretching and shaping and molding of a body into a form that makes impossible movements possible, and allows a creature of flesh and blood to transcend the limitations of the merely human and take flight (at least metaphorically) into the region of the sublime. Well, that’s the idea anyway.

The reality, as Ms. Portman discovered in training for her role in “Black Swan” (opening Dec. 3), can be as harrowing as a horror movie. “I’d studied ballet,” she said recently by phone, “from the age of 4 to about 13, at the American Dance Theater Workshop on Long Island, which is associated with the Eglevsky Ballet, and from the time I became an actress I think I always wanted to do a ballet film.”

Mr. Aronofsky, whose sister had also been a serious ballet student in her youth, approached Ms. Portman with the idea for the film while she was still in college, but when, years later, the time finally came to make the movie, she said, “I quickly realized that I wasn’t as advanced as I thought I was.”

Before shooting began, she trained for months with the former New York City Ballet dancer Mary Helen Bowers. She also “really immersed myself in ballet for a whole year,” she said, reading autobiographies of dancers (especially from the New York City Ballet) and discovering in them “almost a religious quality, not only in the deification of Balanchine, but also in all this sort of ritualistic, devotional behavior dancers practice — the repetitive barre work every day, breaking in the toe shoes and sewing the ribbons on and so forth.”

Nina, the young dancer Ms. Portman plays, lives a virtually monastic life, sharing a cramped Manhattan apartment with her overbearing mother (played by Barbara Hershey) and venturing forth only for company classes and rehearsals. And this, as Ms. Portman told it, was her existence too during the making of “Black Swan.”

“Basically,” she said, “I didn’t do anything except work. There was no, like, meeting up with friends for dinner or going to the movies. We’d do 16-hour days, then I’d go home and work out, because I had to stay in shape, and I’d prepare for the next day’s scenes and then get maybe five hours of sleep. It was really, really extreme.”

Her character, struggling to master the good swan, bad swan dynamic of the ballet’s central role and enduring the emotional manipulations of the company’s Balanchine-like artistic director (played by Vincent Cassel), gradually goes mad — which, in the strange, hermetic little horror-movie world of “Black Swan,” isn’t necessarily a detriment to her performance.

“I’m always very interested in performance,” said Mr. Aronofsky, 41, “and this story is about that, which gives it, I think, a clear connection to ‘The Wrestler,’ ” his 2008 film with Mickey Rourke. “When I finished at the American Film Institute, in my early 20s, I made a list of movies I wanted to make someday, and ‘The Wrestler’ was at the top, and a ballet film may have been the second.”

What attracted him to ballet as a movie subject is “an intensity in it that is so over the top, so overwrought, so melodramatic,” he said. “And the stories of ballets like ‘Swan Lake’ are often based on fairy tales, and they can be really Gothic and really tragic.”

He’s onto something there. Because ballet is a profoundly inefficient narrative medium, the stories have to be fairly simple and stark, as they are in fairy tales. And of course transformation into something that is not quite human (like the “were-swan” here) or even fully inhuman (like the automaton in “Coppelia”) is both inherently scary and, in this peculiar art, weirdly thrilling. The ability to play a seductive mechanical doll or a big beautiful bird is a measure of a ballerina’s virtuosity.

Poor ambitious Nina’s insanity is, in a way, just an occupational hazard: ballet dancers train for years, changing their bodies utterly, so they can get up on a stage and make us believe that they are someone, or something, they’re not. A certain over-the-top-ness is built right in. So Nina’s dancing gets better as she becomes crazier, growing more and more estranged from herself.

“I’d always been interested in doing something with Dostoyevsky’s ‘Double,’ ” Mr. Aronofsky said, “and when I saw ‘Swan Lake’ for the first time, I was blown away that it was one dancer dancing both roles.”

At a certain point the story of “Swan Lake” grafted itself onto a script called “The Understudy,” by Andres Heinz, which was, Mr. Aronofsky said, “set in the Off Broadway theater world and was kind of a combination of ‘The Double’ and ‘All About Eve,’ with a little bit of Polanski’s ‘Repulsion’ in there too.”

After a couple of more writers — first John McLaughlin, then Mark Heyman — and 20 or 30 drafts, Mr. Aronofsky was satisfied that he had a movie he could make, and one that, despite its relatively un-commercial subject matter, audiences might want to see.

“I thought,” he said, “that there hadn’t been many interesting movies about ballet, except for Michael Powell’s ‘Red Shoes.’ Ballet is such a unique world, very sexy and very specific, and I think one of the main reasons people go to the movies is to be taken to places they haven’t seen before.”

As it turned out, getting “Black Swan” onto the screen proved to be much tougher than he’d anticipated, “a super-difficult film to make,” he said, in part because that “very specific” world of ballet proved, at first, to be surprisingly unwelcoming.

“Usually when you say you want to make a film about a particular world, doors open up, you get tremendous access,” Mr. Aronofsky said. “But the ballet world wasn’t like that at all. It’s very insular. And dancers never want to do anything that might in any way interrupt their schedule.”

But he eventually engaged the New York City Ballet principal Benjamin Millepied to choreograph “Swan Lake” for the screen, and Mr. Aronofsky was, he said, pleasantly surprised by how much Ms. Portman was able to do. There are, he said, some 300 visual effects in the picture, but he’d expected to have to use many more.

“Natalie was able to give me a lot of stuff that I was unbelievably excited and impressed by,” he said. “Ninety percent of what you see is Natalie, un-retouched.”

There are remarkably few horror movies about the terror and violence of making art, but “Black Swan” is in that tiny company. (So is “The Red Shoes.”) Ballet, as it happens, is an ideal vehicle for a story about the blood, sweat and madness of creation, and it’s kind of appropriate that was itself something of an ordeal.

“It was a very serious set,” Ms. Portman said, “not a funny, silly set at all.” She paused a few seconds, then added, quietly: “It was scary, disciplined and rigorous, and I think, in a way, that fit into the mindset of the characters.”

Even now she sounded a little awed. Mr. Aronofsky’s film is about a feeling all performers are familiar with, the spooky sense, when you’re in full flight, that you’ve crossed over into the dark territory of dream, or fairy tale, somewhere you haven’t seen before. It’s the exhilaration of losing yourself, and the fear of being lost to yourself forever.

Personal Comment: I think this is the most realistic and positive article I’ve seen about Black Swan set in the compulsive world of ballet with its continual training and quest for perfection of line and technique with the human body. With Portman saying of NYCB dancers:

“almost a religious quality, not only in the deification of Balanchine, but also in all this sort of ritualistic, devotional behavior dancers practice — the repetitive barre work every day, breaking in the toe shoes and sewing the ribbons on and so forth.”

Absolutely! And there’s nothing wrong with that!

“Nina’s insanity is, in a way, just an occupational hazard: ballet dancers train for years, changing their bodies utterly, so they can get up on a stage and make us believe that they are someone, or something, they’re not. A certain over-the-top-ness is built right in.”

I wouldn’t have phrased it quite that way, but he’s right.

“Usually when you say you want to make a film about a particular world, doors open up, you get tremendous access,” Mr. Aronofsky said. “But the ballet world wasn’t like that at all. It’s very insular. And dancers never want to do anything that might in any way interrupt their schedule.”

Schedule conflict is a convenient excuse, but with the exception of cameo roles for established stars ballerina roles in dance films are quite often the kiss of death for a woman wanting a serious career with a national ballet company. There is a feeling that the dancer is taking time from perfecting her art to make a commercial film something a seriously committed dancer wouldn’t do.

“…Ballet is such a unique world, very sexy and very specific, and I think one of the main reasons people go to the movies is to be taken to places they haven’t seen before.”

It will attract a niche market of dance enthusiast and, occult followers but it will need the curious in the general public to be successful. I hope it is a huge success!

Urination in drysuits, Testosterone at Splash Pt II

Floating in an Avon heavy rubber drysuit

Urination in drysuits: A frequent reader has taken me to task for an incomplete answer, after I raised the topic of urination while diving in my blog entry for October 25, 2010. She complained that I mentioned wetsuits but did not cover the options for a diver wearing a drysuit. There are several options for urinating in a drysuit some of which are more satisfactory than others.
• There is the ‘try-holding-it’ option, in my opinion the least satisfactory as it diverts the mind from enjoying the dive and if the diver is determined not to pee in his or her suit it shortens the dive considerably.
• Using a Pee Valve installed on the suit that allows both male and female divers to vent urine outside the suit – if it is working properly. For more about Pee Valves click here. Most of my male dive friends use pee valves but I don’t like them because they interfere with using a vaginal vibrator.
• A third alternative is self catheterization which has fallen out of favor since the advent of the Pee Valve. I’ve tried it and I really hate the feeling of the tube in my urethra and if the balloon deflates or the tube catches on something and the catheter pulls out you pee on yourself anyway. Additionally for women wearing a Penetrator plug with a vibi head for G-spot masturbation is compromised (well, it was for me) by the tube in my urethra.
• Another is to wear an adult diaper. Adult diaper technology has improved dramatically in the last few years and this is my fave alternative if I’m going to be in a drysuit for any length of time. A Penetrator plug (with urethra vent) can be worn to stimulate both the clitoris and G-spot.
• Finally the ‘wear-nothing-and-pee-in-your-suit, option. This is only satisfactory if you plan to intentionally flood your suit. Flooding a drysuit can be risky depending on the type suit and what - if any - other buoyancy devices the diver has available. The shoulder entry suits are the hardest to flood and nearly impossible for the diver to get watertight again by him or her self. My fave suit to flood is the latex HydroGlove that has a fold seal around the diver’s waist. It’s easy to reseal, but very tricky to re-inflate since it is intended for shallow water and has no constant pressure inflator valve so when submerged air has to be inserted past a wrist seal.

Women, relationships and risk in Vegas: My friends try to stay away from serious relationships with men outside the adult entertainment industry because the guys don’t understand what it takes for a woman to be successful here. A girl has to continue to push the envelope if she is going to be any sort of success, which means elbowing the competition out of the way if necessary. It also means continually training to keep a hard flexible bod and well toned pelvic muscles because men are amazed (and some are creeped out) when a small woman who they think of as being frail can ripple-grip a guy’s penis giving him a massive orgasm w/o breaking a sweat while he has her gripped tightly in his arms and is focused on staying as still and deep in her as possible. A hard bodied professional can also crush his shaft with her vaginal muscles. A girl doesn’t want to do that often or she can get a reputation as a ‘man-eater’, but if he won’t behave you have to do what’s necessary to get his attention. After his erectile tissue is crushed a guy is never the same. Transplants, implants, pumps, injections there is only so much even the best urologists can do even at a cost that will put their grandchildren through Harvard.

So a professional must keep up her training regimen which is three hours of ballet; barre, center, technique and pointe as well as two hours of pelvic training- when not with clients - every day. Guys outside the industry love it when they can partner a girl during parts of her pelvic training, but so many of them don't understand the need for a professional to constantly train. They take the girl for granted and become possessive which for them is a huge mistake because she has a long list of other admirers to choose from. It’s a given that a girl will eventually age out as a professional just as dancers and models do, but even with a modest formal education girls can make it to an upper tier with looks, talent and hard work where they can save a lot of money for retirement or to start their own business.

Towel Girls and testosterone at Splash Pt II: The puzzle has been solved. Returning readers will remember that in my entry for October 25, 2010 I wrote about a Towel Girl at Splash who claimed she was having masculizing side effects from excreted testosterone metabolites in club member’s urine and semen. The team of doctors at Splash, a Gynecologist and an Endocrinologist, insist the literature does not support her assertion. The medical team also conducted a complete inventory of the supply of drugs on hand in the small pharmacy at Splash and found a shortage in 10 cc vials of testosterone. Two were missing as were a quantity of disposable syringes. The TG who claimed the masculinizing side effects problem was interviewed and admitted taking the missing testosterone and self administering injections of it over an interval of 26 weeks in order to increase her stamina while with some of the more highly sexed club members. Her leave of absence was changed to immediate termination and increased security has been instituted at the pharmacy.