Circe’s Lair, Google/Blogger TOS changes

Circe by John William Waterhouse, 1849-1917

The Photo: Here we see Circe consulting her spell book while one of her tame leopards looks on. Readers may recall that in Greek mythology Circe was a powerful witch, Homer called her a Goddess, who transformed her enemies or those who offended her into tame animals.

Circe’s Lair: Several years ago I started a small gathering spot in my club Naughty Pleasures in Las Vegas called Circe’s Lair, which was a private costume encounter club, giving women an opportunity to act out their fantasies with men by giving them so much sex it drains the men of their energy. Rather like Delilah cutting off Sampson’s hair, but a club member’s weapon of choice is her vagina not shears. A talented woman with stamina could turn a man who thought himself a tiger in bed into an exhausted tabby during a single encounter.

I’m thinking about upgrading part of one of the newer wings of Blackthorn Castle to make a small getaway destination for aristocratic vanilla women who want to improve their sexual skills and call it Circe’s Lair. It won’t be specifically to exhaust men sexually, but if that happens more power to the women. It is an achievement devoutly to be wished! From what I’ve seen of young aristocratic British women they are generally quite sexually naive so there should be quite a market for a course that teaches my seductive techniques and pelvic skills.

An Oscar party: Marvin and I hosted a small gathering at my place in Eaton Square for Alexei, his rubberist friends and their wives to watch the Oscars. I had it catered by an amazing private outfit. We had salmon, roast beef and rack of lamb. I tailored the menu to appeal to the men who always want meat.  Since the show started at 5:30 PM Pacific time (eight hours behind GMT here in London) this was a really late party. Fortunately none of the girls had to get up early Monday. The men came because their wives wanted to come so they were rather quiet and talked among themselves while we girls all talked about the lovely gowns on the red carpet.

The 2015 Oscars: Host Neil Patrick Harris I thought was flat as an MC and his monologue was poor. At the very least they needed a different writer! Where is Ricky Gervais when we need him? Harris also tried a Michael Keaton impression (from Birdman) at one point in the show, walking across stage in his tighty whities which seemed to me to be stretching mightily for a laugh. And in an apparent attempt to make up for the supposed slight to black actors not being nominated for Oscars, the presenters seemed to be mostly black.

The Oscar for best documentary in 2014 was won by CITIZENFOUR, Laura Poitras’ documentary about Edward Snowden's efforts to shed light on various surveillance techniques used by the United States government and its partners. I think it was a far left political statement by members of the Academy w/o having to put their own reputations on the line. I think the U.S. and its allies are less secure because of what Edward Snowden has been able to get away with and he needs to pay dearly for the crime of treason.

Blog access changes in the near future: Google is changing its terms of service (TOS) effective on Monday March 23 to ban “content that's sexually explicit or shows graphic nudity” even in Adult content blogs.

I had first thought that if it was only sexually explicit images I could delete them and continue as a public blog. However, there is so much other sexually explicit content that just deleting photos wouldn’t suffice.

Given the forthcoming TOS change I will be changing my reader access permission from Public to Private.  This means that anyone wanting to read, or continue to read, my blog will have to have given me a valid email address I can enter into a permitted readers list. The control permissions rules are:

“For each address entered, the Google Account associated with that address will be given access to view your blog. If an address is not associated with an account, that person will be sent an invitation email with a link allowing them do one of three things:

Sign in to an existing account

Create a new account
View your blog as a guest (no account required)

In the first two cases, the reader will be given permission to view your blog whenever they are signed in to their Google Account. As a guest, they'll be able to continue viewing your blog through the link in the invitation email, but this will expire after 30 days. After that, they'll need a new invitation.”

Reader sign-up: Readers wishing to be included on the permissions list can send me the email address for which the permission should be granted. A free Google gmail account email address is preferred and will save both of us trouble once established.

Permissions are limited so I’ll be accepting friends I know first. If I don’t know you already you will need to tell me a bit about yourself in the email containing the address you want the permission for.  Email requesting access permission and the access email address may be sent to me at: jill.lav71@gmail.com Friends can use the email address we normally use.

I regret the necessity of these changes, but with Google going mainstream with a higher profile in the tangible internet infrastructure (think Google fiber) you can understand why they are changing the TOS.

Rubber fetishists and the latex diaphragm

A latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm in its case with an introducer

The Photo: One of my 80mm Reflexions latex flat spring contraceptive diaphragms I wear to introduce rubber fetishists to the delights of sex using a latex diaphragm. The diaphragm introducer was used as an insertion aid for new users, but introducers are no longer being made.

Rubber fetishists and latex cervical barriers: My current primary partner and therapist, Marvin or ‘Morning Wood’ as I teasingly call him for obvious reasons (if you saw him when he wakes up in the morning), was asked to give a talk about the psychology of fetishes to an elite group of male latex fetishists. Marvin and I had met most of them and their wives at Alexei’s. Returning readers will recall Alexei and his daughter, Veronika, who is a ballet dancer with a major London Company, are a neighbors of mine living two homes down in the same terrace on Eaton Square.

The men’s fetish group is actually a small club that meets at member’s homes in the west end of London. My fitting one of the member’s mistresses with a latex diaphragm at Marvin’s suggestion (she is his patient) as a way to increase pressure on her lover’s glans and the experience with it inserted was so positive for the member that Marvin was asked to give a talk to the members and their mistresses about the pleasures of penile-vaginal intercourse (PVI) and the psychology behind use of a latex diaphragm both for protection and the subconscious desire to impregnate the wearer. 

I was asked to accompany Marvin to demonstrate diaphragm preparation, insertion, removal and sterilization and even fit a few mistresses with Reflexions if they had suitable anatomies and weren’t allergic to latex. Or even take a few of the members for a ‘test drive’ myself to let them see for themselves how it feels from a male prospective.  Only one member, one of the younger ones, asked to have sex with me while I had a Reflexions inserted. All this past week I have been fertile – I ovulated yesterday (2/20) - so I ‘double bagged’ and wore an Oves cervical cap screwed down tight on my ripe cervix under the latex diaphragm.

It was quite an honor for Marvin as a psychiatrist and rubber fetishist to be asked to speak before the group as the important men and women in the group can open doors and increase the positive profile of the latex diaphragm not only as a latex fetishist’s toy, but as an effective contraceptive alternative for women with hormonal and copper/nickel allergies.    

The latex Reflexions diaphragms and the Prentif cavity rim cap are under appreciated devices that are useful for a rubbrist with a latex fetish. When hormonal birth control became generally available in the mid 60s use of latex cervical barriers began to decline so that now about 0.2% of women using birth control use a diaphragm or cervical cap.  So a young rubber fetishist today may have no knowledge that his or her grandmother probably wore a diaphragm (if she was in the U.S.) or a Prentif cervical cap (if she was in Europe) for contraception. A cervical barrier can be a thrill when clandestinely worn by a woman partner needing one for contraception or willing to wear a latex cervical barrier as a latex fetishist herself or for a fetishist boyfriend.

Pros and cons of latex barriers: On the cons side; the wearer and her partner should not be allergic to latex and the device must be correctly fitted for effective use. A diaphragm that is too large can pinch the urethra and contribute to a UTI while if wearing one too small her partner can hit the rim which is uncomfortable and could cause to him under-thrusting the rim and ejaculate in the dome which is a problem that can lead to pregnancy when it’s being used for birth control.  In addition a latex device has a shorter useful life as it is susceptible to accelerated deterioration from oily lubes and meds. Too, a latex diaphragm that has been continuously inserted for longer than twenty-four hours will develop a strong odor that many find unpleasant.

On the Pro side some few hard-core rubber fetishists find the strong odor of a latex diaphragm marinated in the wearer’s vaginal secretions for more than a day highly arousing and have their girlfriends insert them Thursday night so the scent will be ripe by Friday evening where the couple (well, perhaps only he) can enjoy the scent for the weekend. Additionally, the heat transfer and elastic properties of a latex Reflexions diaphragm are far superior to that of the silicone Milex. The elasticity of the latex membrane makes it possible for a man with a long penis to stretch the latex dome into his partner’s anterior fornix filling it and squeezing his glans while the stretched dome pushes the cervix upward and deeper into her abdomen..

The fetishist’s wives: The wives of the members are all in their forties or fifty’s and know about, and in some cases are friendly with, their husbands mistresses. Their children are grown and as long as there is no divorce all seem willing to accept their status as the wife of a rich and powerful man with a lovely home, a chauffeured car and credit cards with very high limits. Some have the occasional boy-toy, but many seem to be glad there is a mistress to sate their husband’s sex drive and are glad that the trouble getting into and out of  latex clothing and the mess of sexual intercourse is over except when they want it. 

Through my introduction at Alexei’s party the wives know I train ballet dancers and a few other hard bodied young women to perfect their ballet and pelvic skills. I thought for a while I might be looked on as being sympathetic to men wanting mistresses and ostracized as a trainer of escorts for their husbands. Instead they were fascinated with what I do and interested in toning up their own pelvic anatomies and getting recommendations on the pros and cons of Boy-toys and the precautions to take with them before and after menopause.

Circe’s Lair: I’m thinking about upgrading part of one of the newer wings of Blackthorn Castle to make a small getaway destination for vanilla women who want to improve their sexual skills and call it Circe’s Lair.

In mythology Circe was the powerful Witch/Goddess who would make men do her bidding or turn them into animals. From what I’ve seen of aristocratic young British women there should be quite a market for a course that teaches my seductive techniques and pelvic skills.

Breeding fantasies

The Greek Witch/Goddess Circe in her lair

Circe’s Lair: Readers may recall that in Greek mythology Circe was a powerful witch, Homer called her a Goddess, who transformed her enemies or those who offended her into tame animals. Circe’s Lair, our private costume encounter club, gives women an opportunity to act out that fantasy with men by giving them so much sex it drains them of their energy. A talented woman with stamina can turn a man who thinks himself a tiger in bed into an exhausted pussy.

In a comment on another post I was asked: “Do any women you know get off on either real preg. risk sex or protected pretend preg risk sex?” My answer was, not many. However, I think there are instances (and surroundings matter here) where while starting with the best intention to be cautious a woman can be lured into an encounter of far greater risk than she is prepared for. Such a place for high risk assignations is our new encounter lounge, Circe’s Lair. That’s because some adventuresome women overestimate their stamina and the effectiveness of their contraceptive protection. When that happens with a potent and determined man as a partner a woman who was having fun when she thought she was the predator can easily become prey and her fantasy can turn very scary if she isn’t careful. Of course some of us are into casual sex for just that sort of adrenaline high. Termination is the answer if a guest is left with something growing in her uterus so there is no real problem if the woman is prepared for that possibility.

STIs and vaccines: Circe’s Lair caters to the 25 – 35 demographic of young, adventuresome, assertive women from the arts and healing professions and the men they attract, but couples are also welcome. Guests are required to have a current clean STI Panel on file and we prefer our women guests to have had all three shots of the Gardasil HPV vaccine. To encourage them having Gardasil injections we give them 20% off alcoholic beverages. Their vaccine status is coded into the chip on their wristbands. Men get 10% off alcohol for having all their Gardasil shots, but few do.

Costumes: Women are encouraged wear any costume they like. Latex catsuits, lash-leathers, neoprene wetsuits (usually just a beavertail jacket) or nylon/spandex Zentai all appear in the Lair with some frequency as well as women dressed as Superheroines like Wonder Woman and of course the traditional ballerina look with tights, tutu and tiara. A few will even wear their pointes if they took ballet in school. Most professional dancers don’t want to go out socially in pointe shoes unless they intend to have ballet sex and then they will carry them in their tote until it’s time to go en pointe.  And the lady Godiva look with just a vaginal plug and long hair to conceal her charms is quite common.  All the costumes have one thing in common, easy access to the wearer’s vulva for PVI, penile/vaginal intercourse.

Unintended breeding: I’ve spent enough time in the Lair that I can easily spot returning men who are players, even if they are masked. I love watching their technique to get selected by different women each time. I like playing with a man with that sort of appetite (needing to pollinate as many lovely blossoms as he can) and when I’m in Circe’s alone I will sometimes pick one and put myself in his way, knowing full well if he starts a conversation he would like nothing better than to leave his seed in my tubes and have me conceive.

Some players frequenting Circe's have been successful in that way with pick-ups because at least two women I’ve seen with known breeders at Circe’s have had abortions at our clinic and we have had complaints from other women who claim they conceived from an encounter while in the Lair. Consensual sex can be risky even with the best contraception and if the man is riding bareback pregnancy can be a relatively common side effect even for women on the pill. That should be considered before, not after an encounter. We do offer free emergency contraceptives, Plan B One-Step, to all women guests as they prepare to leave Circe’s so we have done all we can.

For readers wondering why women still get preggers when on the pill it’s mainly because they are not using it correctly like; missing pills, throwing up within 2 hours after taking the pill or taking meds or supplements that decrease the effectiveness of the hormones. And taking meds that reduce the effectiveness of hormonal methods extends to the Marina IUD, Nexplanon and the shot as well. Too, other methods also fail. There was the couple where the man had had a vasectomy. Unfortunately he had been sniped only the week before and he was still shooting live loads when he mounted her bareback at Circe’s. She declined Plan B and got preggers. And Circe’s has its share of condom failures, but as I mentioned all the ladies are handed Plan B before they leave.  

Player mind-fucked with a Breeding diaphragm: This past week after getting back from the Scottish highlands I was premenstrual. At that time and when menstrual (I’m CD 3 today) I’m at my secondary libidinal peak and badly in need of intimate male attention and Jack was still in the UK. I wasn’t looking for Mr. Right I just needed Mr. Right Now! So I prepared carefully then went hunting at Circe’s Lair. First I removed my latex Reflections death rubber. Then I selected a breeding diaphragm (a silicone All-Flex 2 sizes smaller than my correct 80mm size) applied pre-seed which has somewhat  the consistency as FCM in the dome and inserted it.   I told my prey, the man who selected me, that I had short cycles and was not only menstrual but fertile as well. A player’s rep gets around so I knew he was into menstrual sex, but since I was fertile he seemed to tolerate the diaphragm. However, I knew better since he had already under-thrust the rims of two other Circe’s guests All-Flex diaphragms and one had conceived from the sperm he left in the dome.

I was barelegged wearing a red cotton/Lycra thong under a skin-tight gold lamé tee worn as a tunic over a front closure sports bra with old soiled red Gaynors on my feet so I could be taken from behind while on my toes, in my fave ballet-sex position. I guided him to a small encounter salle with a mirror and barre. I went over to the barre did a few leg stretches then rose en pointe and leaning back against the barre pulled him into my arms.  He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth while reaching between my legs to pull the fabric of my thong to one side, inserted two fingers in me felt the rim of my All-Flex and nodded saying that I was well protected, which told me he knew the diaphragm I was wearing wouldn’t save me from what he planned.

By then he was rock hard. I unzipped his slacks and eased his woodie into my hand. He was un-cut and lovely with pre-cum causing his glans to glisten even in the subdued light.  I turned to face the barre en pointe a la seconde and bent over the barre holding on with one hand while I helped him enter me with the other. I gasped in delight as with a single stroke he fully penetrated me! He was quite thick and just long enough to fit snugly into my anterior fornix, his first few thrusts were along the long axis of my birth canal, but then he altered his angle and I helped by arching my back so he was thrusting into my anterior wall.

Under-thrust: On the third thrust at that angle I felt the rim flex as his glans pushed under the rim and I knew he had penetrated my protection as I’d planned so we were skin-on-skin with his glans and frenulum against my G-spot. After he was under the rim I lowered my back and let him work on my G-spot and squeezed each time he sank his glans in my anterior fornix mixing his pre-cum with my menstrual discharge and the pre-seed. He kept moaning and whispering what a tight fuck I was, which was the whole point of me ripple gripping him after I had let him under-thrust my breeder. It took only 5 minutes to get him off even though he is known as having marvelous control. I wondered how long he had been w/o release as his spend filled the dome and gushed out around his shaft running down my thighs and splattering my GMs with pink tinted ejaculate.

I was pleased he made no attempt to withdraw and stayed hard inside me as he recycled for another try at immortality. He was as good the second time as the first, but his third attempt failed miserably and I did all the work ripple gripping him as he clung to me like a drowning man to a reed. The third time he came I think he nearly fainted and he struggled to stay on his feet while holding on to me. When he pulled out he was completely exhausted. I quickly slipped my thong back in place so the absorbent gusset could collect but barely contain the amount of bloody coital discharge. I could hear and feel it squish as I walked to the loo to use a bidet, change thongs and insert my death rubber again.  

Afterward:  I don’t usually socialize with a casual sex partner after an encounter, but I was worried that I had been too much for him and he might collapse so I had a drink with him afterward and I was shocked when he showed me pics of his wife (a gorgeous 26 y/o dancer I know who works at another casino) who is 3 months along with their second child and their 6 month old son. Irish twins! So much for lactational amenorrhea as an effective contraceptive method!

It’s not as though He and I were discreet either. Everyone at Circe’s who might have been interested saw us! He is a gambling equipment salesman and is over here often which may explain his time in the clubs, but not his time in different women’s vaginas.  What kind of man shows the woman he just told she was “the best fuck I’ve ever had” pics of his family? I think he has a mortality complex; that is he thinks he is going to die soon and wants to leave as many children with as many different women as possible. He is convinced that he has impregnated me and wanted to know if I would keep it if he caused me to conceive. I just smiled and patted his hand. When I seduced him I didn’t know I’d be fucking a friend’s husband, but it’s happened before. It’s just one of those things that happen out here.