Venus in Furs

Venus in Furs

Venus in latex: I have choreographed a new erotic ballet for the casino’s high roller club in which Anya and Marie-Claude will star. The plot is an adaptation of the novella Venus in Furs, published in 1870, by Leopold Von Scaher-Masoch. If readers find his name familiar it is because the author’s name, Scaher-Masoch, has been given to a psychological anomaly – Masochism – described as: The deriving of sexual gratification, or the tendency to derive sexual gratification, from being physically or emotionally abused. The potential of vulcanized rubber, invented in the1840s, had not yet been fully recognized by the fetish sub/culture in Europe when Scaher-Masoch wrote Venus in Furs so latex played almost no role in the D/S subculture at the time, otherwise I’m certain his dominatrix would have been encased in stretchy, shiny, heavy rubber.

Rubber-boys: The costumes for my ballet are latex wetsuits, hoods, gloves and pool-pointes and it is set in the women’s locker room of a diving club where several masochistic pool-boys are dominated by a series of women members some of whom are more sadistic than others. It is rubber-ballet-S&M-sex at its most erotic! The story is in three parts. Each follows an S/M encounter of a Domme encased in latex who helps a studley pool-boy into a latex skin that totally encases him so she can dominate him sexually while daring him to impregnate her so she can force him to watch her abort his baby. She helps him get the penis seal of his vacuum suit that fits around the base of his erection properly positioned. To have a penis seal work correctly a man has to have his pubes waxed to prevent pubic hair interfering with the seal so his suit can be emptied of air to show off the beautify sculpted male’s muscles. Then with a hand pump she sucks the air out of his encasement suit and has him mount her. We have found that for this ballet the men, regardless of how virile they are need Cialis or another performance enhancer and a cock ring to be able to reliably retain an erection during the performance as on stage their humiliation is complete.

With this ballet we will be able to offer high rollers who lose substantial sums ($100 K+ USD) in our casino an opportunity to be one of the rubber-boys in the ballet and be emptied of sperm repeatedly by one of the Dommes while on stage. Of course he would be in full hood and mask so his identity would be cloaked – he would first appear on stage in deep shadow where the Domme would help him into a BDSM hood - before stepping onto the fully lighted stage where she would lube his bod and help him into his latex skin. We have tested the plot with focus groups who were wildly enthusiastic about the show.

Super Bowl XLIV Sunday 02-07-10: My guests are 1) Taryn & Chuck, 2) Cyndi & Chris, 3) Anya & Robin, 4) Shelly & Jeff, 5) Marie-Claude & Pirate, 6) Diané & Peter, 7) Adolph and Elke, 8) Cara and Mr.-X (who I don’t know, but who Pirate says will fit right in), 9) Gigi and Jon, an escort trainee who Cara introduced her to) and 10) Jacques & me. Fortunately Elke is feeling up to it though she is wearing a Lycra unitard to hide the bruises from her nearly fatal suit squeeze encounter. By having an encounter with the assassins sent to off Elke my nitrogen loading is higher going into this weekend than I would like so I’m confining my aqua-sex to surface encounters wearing a snorkel except for when I take Gigi’s escort, Jon, whom I trained and Cara’s date, Mr.-X. It’s the hostess prerogative to fuck new male guests in her home if she feels frisky and I intend to take advantage of it. It will be nothing major, just a good old fashioned getting acquainted encounter with each of the guys. I’ve already clued in Gigi and Cara so they will know what to expect. It wasn’t a surprise to either girl since we had discussed the custom before, just not with their partners. I need to get back to my guests but I wanted to post this entry first.

Biofeedback vibis and addiction: A reader asked if I think I have become addicted to the biofeedback G-spot vibi I use for solo dive-sex. I don’t think I’m addicted, but one of the signs of addiction is the user denying being addicted, so I’m not certain. I’ll put it this way, using a BF-vibi hasn’t decreased my desire to have a wonderfully hard bodied man thrusting inside me. The smell of a man’s sweat and aftershave, and the amazing cloud of pheromones coming from his armpits when I’m taken in missionary is awesome! The taste of salt in his sweat, the slippery feel of his saliva dripping on my breasts, the feel of the hair on his back and arms are all so male! His shaft plunging into me, trying to ram my cervix into my lungs is such a masculine trait with guys trying to dominate a female partner. The sound of his breathing becoming faster and finally his gasps and moans and talking dirty as he approaches climax is so erotic, and each man is a bit different so the experience is never quite the same. These are the things a machine, no matter how intense the orgasm it produces, hasn’t been able to duplicate, at least not yet. Plus there is the thrill of avoiding pregnancy, or not, after having sex with a man, which to me is such a thrill with the possibility of having a partner create new life in my belly! I’d kill the fetus because I’m not ready for a baby, but the fact that it could accidentally happen regardless of how effective my contraceptive methods are makes me wet every time I think about it!