SCUBA diving, menstruation and DCS

Emptying a Diva Cup menstrual cup

The photo: The Diva Cup comes in two sizes. Size 1 cup is 1 11/16" (4.3 cm) in diameter and the Size 2 cup is 1 13/16" (4.6 cm) in diameter. Both cups are approximately 2 1/4" (5.7 cm) in length in the body of the cup, with another 3/8" (1 cm) stem (2 5/8" total length). Until I bought my new Diva, just before we came to Scotland for the Solstice I was wearing a size one and it worked well. However, even I have to give in to age after a while so I decided on a size 2 as I’m now 43, but my vaginal muscles are far stronger than most twenty-something ballerinas known for their amazingly tight grips.

The Diva Cup should be emptied, washed and reinserted at least twice in 24 hours and can be worn overnight without concern of leaking and it can be safely boiled if necessary to clean it. Even on heavy days I can wear it for 12 hours w/o it needing to be emptied. DivaCup holds an ounce of menstrual flow (30 ml) and as the average woman only flows about 1 to 2 ounces (30-60 ml) per cycle so most of us can go longer than 12 hours w/o emptying if necessary.

Willow’s Royal Ballet friends and menstrual dive-sex: Since the Royal Ballet is off for a few weeks Willow asked four of her more sexually adventurous girlfriends from the corps and their boyfriends to come up to the Abbey for a few days of fun and relaxation and they arrived on the overnight train in Himself’s private car that had taken Jacks guests back to their jobs in London. The girls were so amazed at the luxury, blown away really since they got to have menstrual sex all the way from Euston to Inverness and despite a large supply of thick dark red towels provided for just that eventuality managed to get His Grace’s 1,000 thread count sheets bloody. All the girls are completely waxed with the exception of scalp hair and eyebrows which makes cleaning up after menstrual sex much easier.

Three of the four have GyneFix copper IUDs implanted and are menstrual while the fourth is on combined oral contraceptives (COCs) and started a new pack w/o having withdrawal bleed (her pill period) so she can dive period free during her time at the Abbey. The GyneFix girls are wearing menstrual cups.  All were fitted with latex Reflexions FS diaphragms for flood insurance to use while having dive-sex. It’s fairly unusual for ballet dancers to have copper IUDs placed because most enjoy being period free. However, some like Willow’s friends, find they are at a secondary libidinal peak while bleeding and are far moiré creative when fertile so they feel the inconvenience of dealing with flow control is worth it to be able to enjoy the cycling of their natural hormones.

Menstruation, hormonal contraceptives and DCS: There is a correlation between increased instances of DCS and the first week of a woman’s cycle when she is menstrual especially if the woman is on strenuous long or deep dives. Less frequent or shorter less strenuous dives during her period reduce the chances of DCS significantly. There is no indication that using hormonal contraceptives increases a woman’s risk of a DCS incident.   I’m CD26 and luteal and shouldn’t start my period until this coming Friday when I expect Bea, Willow and the Swan Twins will begin to bleed as well since they are in menstrual synchrony with me.

Of course while diving menstrual flow usually stops because diving is very dehydrating since the pressure forces water out of body tissues and fills the bladder, which is why even when you empty your bladder before diving after you have been down for a while you need to urinate again. However, after surfacing menstrual flow begins again and then some of us will gush filling our menstrual protection (tampons) occasionally to over flowing which is why a menstrual cup or a diaphragm works so well as they can withstand the gush that may occur shortly after surfacing. .

EAN32: However, because Willow’s friends are bleeding and menstrual dive-sex will be strenuous for them we are all diving enriched air Nitrox (EAN) with 32% oxygen rather than the 21% oxygen in regular air to reduce the possibility of DCS incidents. In order to do that our Divemaster had to clean our regs and OTS Guardian FFMs to ensure they were safe for use with EAN32 as there is an increased risk of fire when using improperly cleaned masks and regs with high oxygen content gases. Our 80 cu ft tanks are filled from a large cylinder delivered from a dive specialty shop in Aberdeen that services the divers working in the North Sea oil fields.

Menstrual dive-sex and cramps: Almost all women who have tried having sex underwater while menstrual have reported feeling totally free of menstrual cramps after an underwater orgasm. It’s common knowledge that an orgasm during conventional (surface) sex has cramps relieving powers, but as underwater sex is thought to be kinky very little to no research has been done under dive conditions so we are left with our own and friends experiences which for the most part have been very positive as far as relieving menstrual cramps is concerned. I’m sure it’s the endorphins released during sex, especially orgasm that relax the muscles in the uterus.

Underwater: Before diving we all emptied our bowels and bladders and our partners (chosen by coin flips among all nine of us girls) got to watch as we each inserted our latex flat spring diaphragms and then had the lucky guy insert two fingers and feel the cervix under the stretchy rubber membrane. then we let him insert a 10ml disposable applicator of silicone based DiveGel+ - which is a lubricant and biocide - and depress the plunger to add waterproof lube for the moving parts. Then we entered the water. The guys loved ‘helping’ and it was a fun way to get them invested in our safety.

Diving the cistern for dive-sex each girl has one leg tethered to an ankle leash connected to an iron ring on the cistern floor and there is a ring set into the floor in the center of each bay. After being tethered her buoyancy comp is inflated to keep her more or less stable while her partner moves between her spread legs and after pushing aside her bikini thong caresses her clitoral shaft to give her her first underwater orgasm as she sucks gas her bubbles rush to the surface and she quivers, moans, mews and gasps in her mask. Then he pushes inside her and grasps her buns to hold himself as deep in her as possible as he begins a series of thrusts caressing her G-spot before her muscular orgiastic contractions tip her over the edge into ecstasy taking him shuddering and gasping with her filling her with hundreds of millions of sperm as his body tries again for immortality.

 

Brenda, the Nigg Stone and a sea change

The eighth-century Pictish cross-slab at Nigg

A New Follower: I have a new blog follower, ‘Brenda’; who says she is a Pictish Princess, possibly a cousin many times removed, and who has left me a fascinating comment – not yet posted - on my blog entry: The Winter Solstice and other Holidays [January 09, 2012]. Since it concerns bringing new genes into the Ancient’s bloodline as I am being encouraged to do I thought I would mention her approach while my sponsors within the Priesthood examine her background as there aren’t many women Priestesses or Pictish Princesses especially in north eastern Scotland.

Unlike Sister Brenda I am (so I have been told) a Druid Priestess a much older title. Perhaps that translates to the equivalent of a Pictish Princess, but I haven’t been told that, at least not yet. I think The Nigg Stone (at Nigg Old Church on Cromarty Firth) where Brenda says her most recent fertility ritual was held, is one of the earliest and best examples of Pictish stone carvings and is thought to date to the 8th century AD, much more recent than Stonehenge, but still a step on the path to the present for my British ancestors. I was amazed to find her description of the Pictish ceremony coincided in considerable detail with my ceremonies for St Lucy’s students to welcome them into womanhood when they reach menarche.

My purification rituals not differing appreciably from the ‘purification’ process by which Brenda relates Pictish novitiates are cleansed - by combining menstrual blood, the symbol of renewed fertility, and male genital fluid in young females as an offering to the Gods of fertility - suggest to me that I’ve been channeling ancient Druid ceremonies w/o realizing it. As returning readers will remember, Jack is working on his Doctorate in Archeology at Oxford. So when he and I visited Aberdeen last summer he had one of the Duchy’s helicopters take us to see significant ancient sites on Scotland’s North East coast and Nigg Old Church was one location. Not because the church is significant, but because it houses the Nigg Stone which is pictured at the top of this entry. In her comment Brenda wrote:

“The men, save one, then retired to the church for ceremonies around the Nigg Stone, praying, circling and masturbating one another. We women remained outside…”

It can be seen from the photo that it’s not possible for anyone to circle the Nigg Stone in its present setting so perhaps they just stood around it as best they could. I suppose they used natural lamb condoms since women weren’t allowed in to clean up the splatters. Since Brenda wasn’t allowed inside the church to see the male portion of the ceremony perhaps she misunderstood about circling the Nigg Stone. Until recently I never understood the spilling of so much male seed at fertility rites rather than depositing it in every sacred vessel available either by willing desire on the part of the woman or by force since there were so few breeding females. That was the case in ancient times since the death rate was so high for women during childbirth so it was important to keep as many of us as possible pregnant to advance the bloodline. Today however, the criteria have changed since from what I understand there are so few women with suitable DNA, which would leave the lesser men with nothing to do but masturbate rather than produce children with weaker genes.

A change of attitude: I was surprised to receive a letter yesterday from the Duke, Jack’s father. The old bull has recovered from the heart attack he had while fucking me this past summer. When I went to visit him in hospital he told me he thought I “was a piece worth dying for”, which I thought was an amazing compliment! The Duchess knows he’s a satyr, which is why, after she fulfilled her procreational duty, she is now living on Virgin Gorda with her lover. His Grace is very resilient, but extremely stubborn and opinionated and there are few people who can reason with him. I thought he was jealous when Jack, his heir to the Duchy, took his place in my saddle and then when Jack seemed to be getting serious about me the Duke became glacial in his relations with me and orchestrated the introduction of Sylvie into Jacks orbit and strongly suggested that at 40 I was too old to be counted on to produce a healthy heir for continuation of the bloodline, an argument that I admit has some merit. Now it seems there has been a sea change in his attitude toward me and he wrote to tell me how pleased he is that Jack and I are together again! WTF!

Deep Desire

A Deep Desire girl modeling a waterproof Odile tutu

Aberdeen recreational sex: Before we left Scotland Tanaquil wanted Anya and me to visit Taryn’s new Aberdeen recreational sex facility, Deep Desire. She saw an unfilled need from some North Sea oil field workers. It’s a place especially designed for the technical divers who work on the rigs in ice cold seas wearing armored diving suits or for shallow water work on the rigs structure in specially heated dry suits. There has been a lot of dive activity since the August 13th Oil spill leaking from a Royal Dutch Shell pipeline in the North Sea from a pipe leading to the Gannet Alpha platform, located 112 miles east of Aberdeen. Tani says that sort of very dangerous work requiring highly skilled divers has increased the need for a facility catering to a client’s interest in rough and very deep penetration dive-sex as a favorite form of stress release. I love men who know what they want and take their pleasure from women strong enough to withstand giving it to them. There are a surprising number of divers with ballerina fantasies involving dive sex and not all that many women escorts who are or can pass as dancers with the skill to act out an underwater sex fantasy with a commercial diver who is into underwater deep penetration so there are currently openings on the staff for women who can qualify.

The fantasy part is the woman is in a bikini and silicone pool pointes so her body is totally accessible for fondling in a 15 ft deep encounter pool of 85° F water. There are other clothing options the client can choose where the escort enters the water clad in a neoprene wetsuit or latex catsuit and the client gets to help her strip before penetration or he can just enter her through the relief zipper of her suit. And, the client – for an additional fee – can watch her being dressed in the dive gear he will help her strip out off.

When Anya and I visited Deep Desire we were welcome additions to the staff that day. My favorite client (I had three in eight hours) wanted me to wear a red latex Polymorphe catsuit available from the company costumer. I also chose to wear a matching anonymity hood. The anonymity hood was at my insistence since it seals well and it protects my hair from the pool chemicals and I didn’t want the client to see my face. My body is unmarked so there is no way to identify me from just body images. I was in my luteal phase when I had my day of Deep Desire encounters so I wasn’t at my deepest – which is when I’m fertile and my cervix is ripe; soft, open and high, but when penetrated from behind I could still comfortably take 9 ½ inches so I was pretty sure I could give my North Sea diver clients a good time. I knew my favorite had watched me being suited up and inserting my Reflexions gas guard and the silicone based intimate lube DiveGel and I was somewhat aroused by knowing that I was the object of a wonderfully hunky voyeur.

The rubberist and my diaphragm: When I came out to meet him on the pool surround he asked without any embarrassment why I was wearing a diaphragm. He said he loved the idea of vaginal rubber, but was curious since most women he knew were on the pill. I told him there were two reasons, first I didn’t like hormonal birth control, but equally as important for underwater sex a diaphragm is a safety feature every woman should use to prevent getting PID from having water forced into her uterus by the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusting if her vagina should flood, a common occurrence, during an underwater sexual encounter. He was amazed to learn the importance of a gas guard to a woman’s underwater safety and was delighted to learn there was an important piece of rubber feminine protection dive gear as he was a rubberist and now can get a thrill just knowing women routinely wear covert latex, especially since it provides such intimate protection.

I am naturally sexually assertive even when I’m luteal, but it was his fantasy and so I let him tell me what he wanted me to do. He helped me into my SCUBA set and an OTS Guardian FFM and fastened a weight belt around my waist. I didn’t need the weight belt because I had 2 lb weights screwed on to the platforms of my pool pointes that more than offset any air trapped in my anonymity hood, but his fantasy was with a latex suited girl in a weight belt so I wore it. With all the weight it did make it easier to keep the platforms of my pool pointes on the pool bottom while doing a ‘bottom barre’ for him to demonstrate my flexibility and how the Polymorphe latex suit did not limit it in any way.

He was young, only 27 and told me he had been, “trying to save myself for when I came ashore.” so he wasn’t into masturbation for release and as a result he had a huge amount of pent up sexual energy (though he did admit to having wet dreams) which he focused on me. He was magnificent! Delightfully thick, rock hard and a bit more than 9 inches long so he completely filled me and for such a young man he knew how to use the equipment he had been given to repeatedly send me into a series of G-spot orgasms each more powerful than the one before until I wondered if he was going to cause me to exhaust my air before his stamina gave out. He was in such immense need that he came in me six times under his own power and I ripple gripped him twice more sucking his seed into my belly with my vaginal muscles before he indicated he wanted me to stop because he was too sore to continue. Actually, he was so spent that after we surfaced I had to help him out of the pool. He was so embarrassed! Though she came away from Deep Desire well satisfied I don’t think Anya had nearly as good a time as I did.

Naughty Pleasures and Trop. storm Lee: When the Gulf of Mexico oil platforms were evacuated this week for Lee some of our regulars came back to Vegas and to our casino’s cabaret, Naughty Pleasures. We had missed them for a year or so as a lot of Gulf operations were closed down after the BP oil spill, but now activity is beginning to return to normal, just in time for peak hurricane season. Now that Lee is moving on-shore in another day or two the guys will be going back out on the rigs, but we are having a lot of girls filled with semen whose services were paid for with oil company paychecks.

Sex in a gasmask – an encounter to die for

Dead Gaynor pointes and legwarmers

My return to the U.S.: I’m back in Vegas now. My plan to tour European ballet sites turned out to be far too ambitious given that I met John and became entranced by his animal magnetism. He is very interested in me, but I’m not good marriage material for him from the standpoint of giving him an heir, not to mention that monogamy isn’t my strong suit. As the song goes, “when I’m not near the hand that I’m fond of I fondle the hand at hand”. And now the new school year is starting at St Lucy’s and I will be up to my eyebrows in work for a while.

On the way back I stopped at my place in Virginia. I wanted to check for earthquake damage myself [The 5.8 event occurred on 8/23] and Anya and I got caught there during hurricane Irene that came through that Saturday and Sunday. The main house is on high ground overlooking the river so flooding wasn’t a problem, but utilities are above ground and the area is very heavily wooded so storm related power outages are common. Fortunately no falling trees hit the house or out buildings. My landscape service had to clear 5 trees that fell across the road up to the main house so we could get to the airport. The plantation is still w/o power and since no one but the staff is in residence now I’m not pushing for power to be restored while subdivisions are still powerless.

Barre Girls: In mid August John and I went to Aberdeen, Scotland to check out Tanaquil’s new Edinburgh ballet studio, Barre Girls. It is a serious but low key effort to penetrate the ballet-as-exercise market in a very tightly laced city. It’s also an effort to identify local talent that can be used as leverage for political and monetary gain. Right now membership is by invitation only so candidates can be screened to make sure they have natural beauty are adventuresome and have money and/or are socially well placed. Personal trainers work one-on-one with new students to make certain the young woman gets everything she is looking for in a ballet workout. A typical workout is two forty-five minute sessions with a ten minute break in between and then another interval afterward where the student is given several orgasms as relaxation therapy before she leaves the studio. The regimen is not of course for a new student with little stamina who is not used to such an intensive training regimen. Even dancers from the local ballet company initially have difficulty so it can take training at least three days a week for six months to develop the stamina required to complete a 2 ¼ hour class safely. Did I mention candidates also need to be focused and determined to succeed in all they do?

Tanaquil asked John and me to stop by the new Edinburgh studio to sample the level of service and give her our feedback. She had submitted our résumés several weeks beforehand and they had been approved. John was to sample the men’s option of sex with a student member of the studio after her ninety-minute workout while I went thorough the entire two hour and fifteen-minute women’s session. There is a very small male contingent so far as there are so few young, wealthy, virile, socially prominent men in the area. However, unknown to John the primary purpose of our visit to Barre Girls was to entangle him with Taryn’s adult services organization so thoroughly that he would be unable to refuse any request I made of him. Since I’m not going to be able to marry John I thought it best to tie him to me in a way that would put him under my control.

A teen and her anal plug: I talked to the hard bodied blue-eyed blonde who was to be John’s partner after her workout. She said she was 19 y/o and perhaps she was. For sure she wasn’t a regular Scottish student, but had been especially recruited for the occasion by Tani. She was an illegal refugee from Moldova who spoke very good English had been a corps member with a minor Russian ballet Co. I gave her a NATO M10 gasmask (the one with cheek filters) to wear during their penetrative encounter and helped her adjust the straps to make certain it sealed properly on her face. I told her he liked the idea of sex with a mysterious masked woman and she promised to give him an encounter he wouldn’t forget.

I was certain she would since I had helped her insert a hollow 8 oz, 7 inch long, 1 ½ inch diameter steel anal plug that would mimic being constipated and limit vaginal expansion during penile penetration making her vagina exceedingly tight especially when she was penetrated while en pointe. The sphincter groove on the plug was shaped so that it was almost impossible for the wearer to expel it by just bearing down. When I asked she said it was uncomfortable to wear during sex, but she was used to it and the reaction she got from men who had sex with her when she wore it made the discomfort worthwhile.

The Barre Girl timed her encounter with John so I could watch her, “fuck his brains out” was how she described what she intended to do to him and I was looking forward to watching their encounter through one of the full length wall mirrors that was a one-way window into the studio from an observation room from which the HD cams that were recording the studio encounter were controlled. Although John had been in the studio during her entire workout and watched her practice clothes darken with sweat as she exercised she had entered without acknowledging his presence and exercised as though she was alone. It was only after her workout that she greeted him demurely in her sweat soaked practice clothes; pink seamed tights, a full bottom black cami leo and a pair of filthy Gaynor pointes that had seen a lot of hard use. Even though the platform padding was shredded the shanks were still in good condition and supported her slim ankles and high arches quite well. She pulled on the gasmask over her long loose blond hair and John helped her arrange it so it flowed down her back in a cascade of spun gold. He watched eagerly as she tested the seal while she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was looking directly at me as I sat within four feet of her on the other side of the mirror watching the encounter. She was gorgeous!

She presented herself as a novice unfamiliar with ballet sex and let him take the initiative to guide her and he began by fondling her crotch as she stood en pointe with her feet in second leaning back against the barre. Then he slipped the straps off her shoulders, exposing her high pert sweaty breasts and sucked at her nipples before stripping her of her leotard. He rolled the sodden fabric over her hips and it dropped to the floor where she stepped out of it and with a flick of her pointe kicked it back behind the barre. He rolled the waistband of her tights down over her hips and it was only then when her freshly waxed pubes were exposed that there was any indication that she might be more sexually experienced than she first appeared. I could hear John talking to her during foreplay as he caressed her clitoris until she gasped and mewed while having a lovely clitoral orgasm. He fingered her labia and found them engorged and slippery wet with her natural lube and he knew she was ready to be penetrated.

He had her turn around so she was facing the barre had her spread her legs and stand sur les pointes a la seconde bent over at the waist holding on to the barre. Just before he stepped between her legs he noticed the safety tab on her anal plug tight against her perineum and in the view from one of the side cams I watched him raise an eyebrow, smile and finger it briefly before stepping between her legs. He spread her labia with his fingers and carefully placing the tip of his shaft that was dripping his own natural lube against the oculus of her introitus he pushed and with a single thrust all eight inches of his shaft disappeared inside the blonde teen. She shuddered, gasped and moaned then her body stiffened and she screamed as he rammed her cervix. John kept thrusting as deeply as he could go, loving it each time he rammed her cervix and she shuddered, her screams muffled by the thick rubber of her gasmask.

Gas-tabs: It was then that things started to go badly wrong for her. I was watching the time since she sealed her mask. They were seventeen minutes into the encounter when she began to show signs that the dissolvable gas-tab that I had stuck inside the masks spit-sump had begun to release an odorless nausea gas after the humidity and sweat in her mask caused the outer coating to melt. The gas-tab is a standard (and universally detested) part of an escort’s training. It releases a nausea agent to simulate a crisis that could occur during a gasmask or dive encounter so the trainee can learn to manage the event safely before she encounters a similar event while with a client. Neither John nor the blonde were aware of the gas-tab being used and unfortunately it seems the teen was allergic to the gas which caused her not only to vomit and collapse, but apparently have a heart attack just as John was planting his seed against the thin latex membrane of the diaphragm she wore to protect her cervix. By the time I got into the studio she had stopped breathing and CPR was ineffective! Damn! I just wanted a video of him polling a Dick-A-Chick! Sigh!

The good news: The good news was that the gas-tab had been totally dissolved by the stomach acid from her vomit so there was no evidence of a precipitating agent, but just in case I bagged the mask and on the way to dinner afterward we stopped on a bridge and I threw it into the River Dee. Tanaquil uses only orphans so as a newly arrived illegal alien with no family she was easy to make disappear with no one to ask questions about her wellbeing or whereabouts. Tani had given me the cell number of a trawler captain who does disposal work for her so I called and he sent two men with a van and laundry cart to pick up the body. They were wearing balaclavas and the cams were still running when they draped her corpse over the barre and had unprotected vaginal sex with it before dumping it in the laundry cart. On the positive side the accident is a huge plus for Taryn’s snuff video business as there is an enormous demand for ballet dancers being snuffed during sex as well as ballet necrophilia! I’m thinking there must be a lot of guys almost as kinky as Adolph to get off watching that! So she got a twofer out of the fatal encounter.

As the disposal team was leaving I mentioned that the body still had a steel anal plug inserted. Apparently they forgot to tell the trawler crew because a few hours later after they put to sea and were running the body through the wood chipper used to make chum for fishing the steel anal plug jammed the blades and the shear pin broke. There was no real damage to the chipper blades, but someone had to pull the anal plug from the half shredded corpse before they could finish the job. I got a call from the captain who started giving me hell for not telling anyone about the plug. I referred him to the two men on the pickup crew who I told about the need to remove it.

This leaves me where I wanted to be, with video of John having sex with a girl who dies in his arms while he is filling her with his seed. I don’t think I’ll ever need to use it, but my copy has already gone into a bank vault for safekeeping.