A boat bunny being fitted with
a spider gag
The Photo: A summer intern on a
sailing boat (a boat bunny) whose owner was a guest at our arrival party enjoying
the experience as she is fitted for a protective device worn during deep oral
penetration. Wearer’s of spider or ring gags should stay away from bodies of
water since being pushed, thrown or falling in they can easily drown.
The party: My wards and I were
fertile last week When Dexter, a Brit friend of Her Grace (Alice, Duchess of
M*****), had us all to a welcoming party on his huge motor yacht, the Knight
Errant III, which he moored in the cove. He is in to gags and underwater sex
and while the party was supposedly a welcoming gesture I think his real reason
for wanting to have access to me and Chris, our Gyn, was that he had three new adventurous
boat bunnies who did not arrive prepared and needed cervical protection for
under water sex and no one on Virgin Gorda fits diaphragms except Chris and me.
All three will be Cambridge third year girls this Fall and
know Taryn though none realized I was her U.S. mentor who they say she talks
glowingly about. Everyone likes being remembered, especially if it’s fondly so
I was more than happy to have Chris fit the girls with Reflexions diaphragms
and tell them how to use them effectively. They just need them for uterine
flood prevention since they like my wards are all on LARCs, specifically
Nexplanon, the etonogestrel single rod implant.
Also along was the owner’s main squeeze, a courtesan who is
now calling herself Olga. I’d met her when her name was Betty and His Grace was
drilling her regularly several years ago just before she left the corps of the
Royal Ballet for what she hoped was better pay and less strenuous work. She has
been keeping herself in shape and had a breast augmentation so she had a lovely
32C rack which looked good on her (as a courtesan) since she is no longer a
ballet dancer where breasts that size throw off your center unless tightly
bound for class, rehearsals and performances..
Dexter decreed that the dress for the party was latex
fetishwear and the women should wear ballet boots. That was not a good sign as
at sea level even in the evening with a breeze the humidity made wearing latex
a miserable experience and ballet boots aboard a rocking boat, even one as
large as the Knight Errant made standing tricky not to mention the danger of
breaking an ankle walking w/o holding on to something. My wards and I wore our
Grishko slippers on the launch out to the yacht and carried our boots in
purpose made Hermès boot-bags putting them on once we were on board as going
over the side in titanium framed boots would pull the wearer right to the bottom.
And we all had Reflexions latex flat spring diaphragms inserted in case we
decided to have dive-sex.
The boat bunnies had been fitted for spider gags and wore
platform boots as none of them could wear toe-shoes or ballet-boots and
everyone had functioning relief zippers so we could be entered by unzipping us
and withdrawing our sports plugs which when inserted prevented a prospective
partner from fondling us. Dexter’s other male guests gave the boat bunnies and Olga a lot of attention because
they where not wearing vaginal plugs. I didn’t think we looked anything other
than willing, but only one or two men were assertive enough to ask if we minded
having our plugs pulled out so our vulvae could be fondled. Most just groped
our breasts or tried to reach down our throats with their tongues.
A brief ballet-boot brawl: Olga
has a drinking problem. After she put on her Devious 2020 Italian leather
ballet-boots which fit wonderfully well she had trouble walking in them and
that was before she became tipsy. So when I was talking to Dexter and she came
careening toward me screaming about my trying to seduce her partner I tried to
step away from Dexter so he wouldn’t be caught between us. As she swung a
booted foot over my head with the heel just brushing my hair I saw she was
serious and intended to harm me. One thing I can say is that she still has
great extension! So I stepped in as her foot swung wide and ran my lace
splitter heel down the laces of the boot on her standing leg and pulled back
cutting the laces and dropping her toes into the toe-box as she tried to land
her other foot w/o tipping over. I pushed and she fell against the rain and
then on her bum.
She got up and hobbled toward me and swung the foot in the
boot with the ruined laces at my head. I parried her leg with the toe of my right
boot and it hit the heel a glancing blow knocking it out of the way. My foot
continued on as the boat tipped and she toppled into the stiletto heel of my
boot taking it in her left breast and she shrieked and tried to grab my heel
and cut her hands on the lace slitter blade that had punctured her silicone
implant and her jerking ripped it open spilling the gel from a long gash in her
breast visible through the ripped latex of her catsuit as the heel twisted in
her breast slipping out just before she hit the deck and I caught myself before
I fell on top of her. There were at least seven witnesses all of whom said it
wasn’t my fault and that she started it and at the end fell into the heel of my
boot when the boat rocked. The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than a
minute from the time she first came running at me until she lay writhing on the
deck holding her ruined breast with blood and silicone gel running through her
fingers. Fortunately it was all caught on the boat’s security video so I was
exonerated.
Dexter radioed for a helicopter (there is a helipad on the
rear deck) and the second officer accompanied Olga to a hospital on St Thomas.
Dexter has already switched his interest to the prettiest and most accomplished
of the boat bunnies. Fortunately Olga’s injury didn’t take all the fun out of
the evening and Dexter personally cleaned Olga’s blood and the silicone gel off
my heel.
Afterward: The others were left
to their own devices to play with a trunk full of bondage restraints to
accessorize the other women in ballet boots as Dexter focused on me since I
would be leaving after dinner. He took me to the master’s cabin where I let him
open my relief zipper, pull out my sports plug and penetrate me from behind
while I bent over holding on to the footboard of the king bed. Fortunately I
was already aroused from seeing Olga’s breast ripped open as he entered me from
the rear and in a single stroke thrust into my anterior fornix stretching the
latex membrane of my diaphragm tight over both my cervix and his glans.
He was a well intentioned lover, but by then the encounter with
Olga had soured me on the evening so I got him off quickly. I could tell he was
fighting for control, but I used the stimulator on the dome of my diaphragm in
tandem with my contractions to give him a marvelously intense orgasm having him
plant his seed deep in my fertile belly in less than three minutes after first
penetration. Even after Kegeling out most of his load it was still draining out
of me for the rest of the night. Then,
having relaxed and worked up an appetite it was time for dinner and he led me
on his arm to our places at the table for jumbo shrimp with rice in butter
sauce and key lime pie. After dinner and coffee we said our good byes as it was
time for my girls and me to take off our boots and board the launch for the
beach and our beds at my place.
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