Arrival at Crag Abbey, sensory deprivation

The ruins of Urquhart castle on Loch Ness

The photo: Once one of Scotland’s largest castles, Urquhart’s remains include a tower house that commands splendid views of the famous loch and Great Glen. Urquhart witnessed considerable conflict throughout its 500 years as a medieval fortress and its history from the 13th to 17th centuries was particularly bloody.

Lost Cove porn shoot ending: Anya is staying at Lost Cove for another few days to make sure nothing is missing after the video crew finishes shooting interior shots. Then the Duchess will take her around to St Thomas aboard Wanton Lass to catch a plane back to DC for a new assignment.

Juicy, Long Tom, the mermaids and the rest of the cast sailed away to finish the video on a set somewhere on the outskirts of London. Anya said their divemaster supervised two scenes with couples having intercourse when the woman’s K-valve burst disc ruptures and her tank vented. The actors survived the experiences, but were severely shaken and one actress, not Juicy, who panicked and couldn’t find her partner’s buddy reg nearly drowned and is in hospital on St Thomas being treated for aspiration pneumonia and an emotional breakdown. After that the director decided she had enough tank venting scenes.

The flight: At Dulles we said goodbye to the Gemini (the Swan Twins partners) who were to meet one of their father’s K-street lobbyists before flying home commercial and we picked up Fiona and Colin Tree who will be spending time with His Grace, her father, at the abbey (they aren’t participating in the Solstice celebration as they are non-believers) before going to London. … Just another service of JillAir…

It is 3,411 mi from Dulles to Inverness and at about 550 mph it should take about 6.1/3 hrs. We left Dulles at about 3:00 PM + 6.5 = 9:30 Eastern daylight time + 5 hrs to convert to British daylight time = 2:30 AM ETA at Inverness. We actually landed at 2:00 AM BDT as the jet stream helped a bit. The trip was uneventful, if you don’t count the girl-girl sex – with dildos - and Terry getting repeatedly blown. Fiona doesn’t share Colin so he had to make do with just one woman on the flight while the rest of us were moaning and mewing in ecstasy from G-spot orgasms given with textured Pyrex dildos.

Our arrival: Jack and Chris our Gyn were at the airport to meet us with three Land Rovers for Bea, Willow, the Swan twins, Terry and me. Fiona rented a car (on Her Majesty’s dime) at the airport for herself and Maj. Tree as they were only staying two days and then plan to take the train to London. Jack says the forecast is for rain and temps in the low to high 50s at Ullapool. That’s at sea level so it will be in the 40s F at Location Z. Which means we will be in shearling robes and using the massive peat braziers again and hopefully be warmer than at the Winter Solstice. We had coffee while the Land Rovers were loaded then the two hour trip down the loch and up into the mountains to the Abbey. It was 4:30 by the time we got to the abbey and the sunrise was at 4:18. It was a cloudy but dry morning.

The Abbey cistern: After a full English breakfast the girls, Terry and I took our regular morning ballet class in the tower studio.  Then I suggested that we plan another dive-sex video using the heated cistern as an aqua-dungeon. Returning readers will remember that the cistern was last mentioned in my 4-1-2014 post when I held a dive-sex training session for the Gyns attending the Inverness reproductive technology seminar. There I described it this way:

“The pool was converted from the Abbeys original medieval drinking water cistern. It’s a circular room 60 ft diameter and it is 40 feet deep with columns every 10 feet.  Ceiling and underwater lights have been installed as well as a shelf and platform for putting on equipment and conveniently entering the water. There is also a new circulating system that heats and purified the water. The cistern is kept full from the spring that flows through the temple and chapel. Even when well lit it still seems a bit claustrophobic to me because of the shadows cast by the columns. And at 40 feet it’s too deep to comfortably wear a FemCap to the bottom w/o the discomfort of dome squeeze on the cervix, but of course my Oves works well. However, when properly sized and correctly inserted the latex Reflexions flat spring rim diaphragm is perfect for flood insurance while providing the advantages a thin stretchy latex membrane can offer an experienced couple.”

Sensory deprivation: Leaving a diver tethered to the bottom while all the lights are off is an exercise in sensory deprivation and air conservation. During effective air conservation training the tank should provide just enough air to last until the dungeon-master makes her rounds and releases the captive or switches his or her tank. Sensory deprivation is something that is totally disorienting and terrifying to most, but there are a few of us who find it relaxing. I love the silence, just the hiss of my demand valve and the roar of my bubbles rushing toward the surface. With hands bound behind your back there is no hope of replacing a reg if for some reason a trainee expels hers and drowning follows shortly afterward if her dungeon master isn’t paying close attention and comes to her rescue.  Even though I’m sensory deprivation dive qualified I always dive an OTS Guardian FFM to eliminate the chance of an expelled reg during sensory deprivation sessions.

 

To Virgin Gorda for Mother’s Day

The North Sound of Virgin Gorda BVI

Mother’s day on Virgin Gorda: This weekend my Inner circle and I are going to my place on the North Sound of Virgin Gorda for two weeks and to celebrate Mother's Day with Jack's Mom with a big party at my place. Our dive gear has already been sent ahead as have our pointe shoes, practice clothes and contraceptive supplies: Spare diaphragms in our sizes, DiveGel+, Semécide, FC2s, the new EC med ella and Mifeprex just in case something unexpected happens. It shouldn’t, but with contraception nothings is 100% effective.  

I managed to get Willow, Odette and Odile’s UNLV end of year exams pulled up so they  finished today, Friday, and we will leave tonight for Virgin Gorda to celebrate Mother’s day with The Duchess and her children, Jack and Fiona, and Fiona’s daughter Cyndi all of whom will be coming to be with the Duchess. Anya is coming as are Paul (the Swan Twins father), the Gemini and Chris our male Gyn who accompanied our dive gear and contraceptive supplies sent ahead earlier in the week. Attending will be:

• Her Grace & her current lover Sir Colin A.
• Anya & Paul both of whom seem to be government troubleshooters
• Odette, Odile & Castor & Pollux
• Fiona and Maj. Tree both of whom work for the British Govt.
• Jack (Viscount Sandbach) & me
• Cyndi & Chris

Sleeping arrangements: Her Grace and Sir Colin A. will be at her estate; Odette, Odile & Castor & Pollux and Anya and Paul will be staying at Paul’s place next to mine on Lost Cove; Fiona and Maj. Tree will be staying with me and Jack as will Cyndi and Chris.

Travel: I’ve advanced our departure to this evening so we will be landing on St Thomas early Saturday. As there is a strong possibility of thunderstorms and I don’t want to be sailing through the islands at night in storms.  Although, we would be using the diesel engines rather than sails. We will pick up Fiona, Maj. Tree and Cyndi at Dulles. Paul is already at his place next to mine on Lost Cove and His Grace has again generously loaned us the use of his 95 ft. sailboat the Wanton Lass IV and crew for the duration of our stay. Cyndi’s grandmother, the Duchess, who lives in a large estate on Virgin Gorda year round, is again lending us an under-housekeeper to open the house and run the staff with six hand-picked and experienced islanders so things should be well in hand when we get there.

We will be flying in to Cyril E. King Airport (IATA: STT), on south west side of St Thomas which has a 7,000 ft. runway with the west end protruding into Brewers Bay.  Wanton Lass IV will meet us at an industrial dock at Krum Bay, a short drive just south and east of the airport. On Krum Bay there is also an archeological site with human occupations dating between 1000 and 200 BC. Once aboard I was hoping we would enjoy a leisurely sail to my place on Lost Cove on the North Sound Virgin Gorda, but the forecast is for thunder storms and it’s a long sail.

Weather forecast for Virgin Gorda: Low temps in the mid 70° F and highs in the high 70s or low 80s with 60% chance of showers or thunderstorms forecast for Saturday and Sunday and 20 to 30% chance for the following seven days. Oh well, the dive-sex in the cove should be great regardless.

World Economic Forum 2014

Davos, Switzerland Site of the 2014 World Economic Forum

An offer I couldn’t refuse: When we were At Crag Abbey for Christmas His Grace asking if I would like to help with entertaining at this years World Economic Forum in Davos and I said sure, as though it was really going to happen. Well, be careful what you agree to. Of course I didn’t really have to go through with it, but having my performers dancing as entertainment at private parties and having my wards able to mingle with many of the world’s movers and shakers was an opportunity not to be missed. It was a huge rush when I found the Duke really wanted my group as we provide a level of secure personalized entertainment that few other groups offer.  Fortunately we were again ahead of the storm landing at Dulles to pick up Fiona and Colin.                                                                                                            

The theme for the four day World Economic Forum 2014 January 22 -25 in Davos, Switzerland will be: “The reshaping of the world: consequences for society, politics and business”. The time in Davos is GMT+1 which is 6 hrs. ahead of eastern standard and 9 hours ahead of Pacific Standard Time so we are working with a bit of jet lag.

Arrival: We arrived on Monday (Jan 20^th) when I was CD9 and fertile again as were my wards whose cycles have all synchronized to mine as we sweat in the studios and gyms so much together. I should ovulate the last day of the forum, Saturday the 25^th.Since His Graces patron, for whom he is arranging our attendance, has deep pockets my dancers, 4 girls and 2 boys, flew Business class to Zurich International (ZRH) and a car picked them up and took them to the hotel in Davos some 78 miles from Zurich. Anya, Fiona and Major Tree, my wards and I flew in to ZRH on Limnaea II my G650. No, I didn’t pay full price for it!  I’ll write about it when I have time, because the Government still gives really amazing tax breaks on small businesses buying private aircraft. The first thing we did after landing at Zurich and passing through customs was get our Forum credentials packs and clip-on badges with our photos on them. Otherwise we couldn’t have gotten into the town itself much less the hotel. Fiona was responsible for getting us cleared… the major work had already been done months ago or we wouldn’t have been allowed near His Grace w/o all my girls and I being found harmless.

Accommodations: His Grace already has a small hotel in the best part of town that he had completely renovated over the summer with only twenty-five suites and a set of five soundproof meeting rooms as well as three fully equipped encounter sallies. It is just the sort of place I would have designed and it fit perfectly the design I proposed when Jack (his Graces son) asked me how I would design an intimate hotel perfect for very private business meetings, assignations, rendezvous and trysts.

Anya, Fiona and Maj. Tree are involved with hotel and guest security while Tanaquil is overseeing the scheduling of most of the girls with meeting attendees who have interests in common with those of His Grace while my wards are available for those attendees who are of especial interest and are kinked toward rubber, ballet (boots and shoes) and very tight pussy.  The week off from school was explained as a research project for a whitepaper required for an economics course. For Bea it was an opportunity to dance in an international setting for ballet extra credit. I’m available for men who are interested in a woman in her early 40s who looks like she is in her early 30s and who can fuck their brains out. Surprisingly, since my dance card is full, not every man in Davos is after 19 y/o pussy and there are a great many submissive men in the field of economics so my riding crop has been getting a workout, though I do have to be careful not to mark a partner where it can be seen during a presentation.  

Fortunately Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile have been working with their male escort candidate partners so they have amazingly tight vaginal muscle tone and stamina. They won’t have much rest during the four day conference, but will get to meet intimately some very famous businessmen and academics.

Thanksgiving 2013

Happy Thanksgiving 2013

Thanksgiving 2013: Wishing all my special friends (you know who you are) and readers the happiest of Holidays!

We are celebrating at my place: I’m having everyone at my place again this year. It will be Cyndi’s last as a resident so the couples will be: 1 Fiona (Cyndi’s mom) and Maj. Colin Tree. 2 Ondine, (Willow’s mom) is coming and Jacques, Gigi’s father and a former lover of mine, who thinks sex with ballet dancers is exquisite, will be her partner. Then there will be, 3 Cyndi & Chris (our male Gyn), 4 His Grace and Marie-Claude a member of my ballet troupe and former Paris Opera Ballet dancer. I put Marie-Claude with him because he thinks a French accent is sexy and doesn’t need his performance enhancing med when he’s fucking a French girl. The things a procuress needs to know! Go figure! Then there are, 5 Pirate and Yardley, 6 Adolph and Abigail (the manager of The Lorelei), 7&8 Odette and Odile (With the Gemini, Castor and Pollux who have been ardent in their continuing pursuit of the Swan twins) and 9 Jack and me.

His Grace, Jack, Ondine, Fiona and Major Tree arrived Monday afternoon aboard Limnaea from the UK ahead of the weather expected in the east for Thanksgiving. They stopped at Dulles to pick up Fiona and Colin and refuel.  His Grace is supplying venison steaks and I’m providing bison steaks as well as the traditional turkey, stuffing, asparagus (for those who don’t want to participate in oral sex after dinner), candied yams and hot mince or pumpkin pie with ice-cream. His grace specifically asked for green olives stuffed with pimento as he says they “put lead in his pencil.”! The old bull!

The meal is being prepared in my commercial grade kitchen with chefs and waitstaff from the casino (on their own time and paid overtime) to cook and serve. There will be the usual football games on TV and intimate jollity, which I’m hoping to restrict to land based games as swimming and diving on a full stomach and after drinking alcohol can be hazardous to your health even in the traditional 15 ft deep pool. However, I’m having a Divemaster at each pool in case someone insists on using a pool immediately after eating.

Again, happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Willow

A Fouganza brown schooling riding crop

The Photo: A brown Fouganza schooling riding crop of the sort used by some of our training associates for motivation stimulation during encounters with male escort candidates during sadist training.

Visitors: Fiona, who is Cyndi’s mom and Jack’s sister, is in town (w/o her partner, Maj. Tree) and is staying at The Lorelei. But that’s not the real news. The big news is that Her Grace, the Duchess, Fiona and Jack’s mom, who never travels has come from her home on Virgin Gorda and is at the Lorelei as well.

An important favor: I knew the Duchess was coming as she traveled on Limnaea, my G550, and to complete the family group Jack flew in last night. So the whole family is here, except Himself who is in the Highlands deer stalking. Jack brought along a ballet dancer a stunning beauty in her late 30s,and a Principal dancing for the Royal Ballet who I’ll call ‘Ondine’, along with her 19 y/o daughter, a member of the Royal Ballet’s corps, who I’ll call ‘Willow’. Fortunately Her Grace, Jacks mother, had called earlier to let me know why she and the family were coming and who the dancers are. Otherwise their purpose in being with Jack wouldn’t have been clear.

Even so seeing Ondine and Jack together gave me a frissson of jealousy. Could he be trying to hurt me by flaunting another woman on his arm rather than me? I was mad at myself for entertaining the possibility when I knew perfectly well that wasn’t so as it showed I wasn’t as confident as I’d like to be about my status with Jack. Ondine and Willow are at The Lorelei with his mom and sister and Jack is staying with me an arrangement which helps to decrease my feeling of vulnerability where he is concerned.

It’s complicated: I had Jack’s family and guests at my place in the hills for a catered dinner as the Duchess said they had an important favor to ask of me and I wanted them in my home when they asked. After dinner we all gathered in the library and sat in a conversation circle.  Sherry was served and Jack began with background. It seems that nineteen years ago when he was in his late teens Ondine who was twenty at the time was a guest of the Duke and Duchess during which time the Duke had intended to sleep with her as was his custom with other young ballerinas who took his fancy. However, he became ill, Her Grace believes his heart acted up from over excitement thinking of a new conquest, and was in no condition to service a woman leaving Ondine alone on the very first night to amuse herself in whatever manner she could.

Although Jack put it more diplomatically what occurred was that being highly sexed and needing male companionship Ondine turned her attention to Jack who had been steered her way by his mother who was trying to disrupt her husband’s planned assignation he intended to conduct in her home while she was in residence. Ondine nodded, smiled and said it was one of the shortest seductions she’d ever conducted. She had noticed Jack giving her longing glances and also noticed the woodies he seemed to develop whenever he was around her. He was low hanging fruit so she helped herself. She let him know that he would be welcome in her bed and that she was on the pill and so for the week that she was there he took her salmon fishing or bird watching during the day during which they had sex as well as spending his nights in her bed and their affair was still blisteringly hot when she returned to London and the RB went on a tour of Asia and Jack went to Oxford.

Three months later Her Grace received a letter from Ondine saying she was 12 weeks pregnant by Jack and asking for advice, should she terminate or carry to term. Her Grace told Jack and they both wanted her to give birth if it was his child so a paternity test was arranged and Jack indeed was the father. Ondine’s position with the ballet was secured by His Grace’s patronage and the fact that she was recognized as a rising star and she took a leave of absence and delivered a healthy daughter.  The Duchess has been paying for raising and educating Jack’s 19 y/o natural daughter, because she felt that she was responsible for Willow’s birth by making sure Jack kept Ondine satisfied and away from her husband who had insisted she stay the week thinking he would recover and have his way with her.

Back channel conversations: With Her Grace alerting call before she came to give me the news about Jacks relationship with Ondine and Willow and that they were going to ask me to take her under my wing I has several days to absorb the news beforehand otherwise I wouldn’t have been nearly as calm as I appeared to be during my meeting with Jack’s family. I also had time to talk with a friend on the coaching staff of the RB to get her opinion of Willow and found that while she is highly regarded technically her ‘strong attraction’ to men while not affecting her work has caused friction with other female dancers. She said that Ondine was also highly sexed, but was far more discreet and career oriented so a permanent arrangement like marriage is of no interest to her, So “the apple didn’t fall far from the tree”. I thought to myself that Willow would have to be highly sexed to fit in with my girls so perhaps everything would work out.

The request: Jack and Ondine, supported by Fiona and Her Grace asked that I accept Willow as another of my Wards and allow her to live with Odette, Odile, Cyndi and Bea in my home and under my supervision and dance with my company. Of course with the exception of Bea they are all 18 or older so technically they are adults. However, living with me and because of the access to sensual delights of all kinds to which I can grant access not to mention the difficulty I can cause if I’m not obeyed, my Wards are obedient. Willow agreed she would too.

The reason: But there had to be something more. Why would Willow want to dance with my company and train with me to expand and improve her skills? I was incredulous, give up dancing with the RB! Given her extensive professional ballet experience and my training specialties that could only mean one thing, she wants to attend ‘coital college’, escort training. Now why should she want that? Is it to be able to best her competition for one of the handsome, titled and rich men who pursue young RB dancers? Willow blushed fetchingly as her mom explained that while confident around women Willow needs to work with more men who aren’t ballet dancers. So she and Jack had thought having her take escort training would be a confidence course for her while being as safe as it’s possible to be with a young woman’s health and security.

Then in an excess of candor, the truth emerged. Willow let it slip that she had become a discipline problem to the RB because of the number of men she was with and the risks she was taking, not to mention her marking some of the male dancers buttocks and backs with her Fouganza schooling riding crop during encounters. Ahhh, sadistic tendencies.  So it became immediately apparent that Willow was being sent into exile in the Colonies, at least temporarily, and I was being asked to supervise another hypersexual young woman while she fucks her way through the ranks of male escort candidates as she hones her skills. Go figure!  Perhaps she will get over her extreme need for unprotected sex or perhaps not. Either way I’m good with that. Willow reminds me of my need for men when I was her age. The difference for me now is that I can have as many and whenever I want.

When I talked with her later privately she said Jack had talked to her about me and that she wanted “to meet and study with the woman who has captured my father’s heart” which I thought was sweet and if it proves to be genuine will gave her some points with me. When I heard Willow say that I blushed as no one in the family had ever discussed Jacks interest in me in my presence, except Himself who told me he was opposed to Jack marrying me, though Jack hasn’t asked me. 

So the plan is that Willow, after an audition where my dancers can see the talent she will bring to our troupe will join my company as a Guest Artist just in time for the Holidays. She can also audit courses at UNLV time permitting as she works her way through the male escort candidates to slake her sexual appetite and broaden her physical skills as Cyndi has done. The assurance of the other women present that that they were all supportive of what Willow wants, given that they were exiling her for her own good,  was amazing, not to mention droll, but I tried to keep a straight face as I accepted another girl who if what I’ve heard is true should fit right in. Or should until she gets over her hypersexuality, or we can channel that into making her a performer with her own act.

Cyndi changes her mind: Actually, with the addition of Willow the number of my wards will remain the same, four; Bea, Odette, Odile and Willow. That’s because Cyndi had already decided that she will be leaving in December and will attend Trinity College Cambridge where Taryn is studying rather than Oxford as she had thought she wanted earlier. The paperwork for Cambridge has been completed and her late entry for the Spring 2014 semester has been approved. As I’ve mentioned before there are advantages of having a grandfather who is a Duke. So when Fiona mentioned Cyndi’s cutting short her gap year it didn’t catch me unaware.

Afterward: After the discussion was over and I’d accepted Willow into my circle I had my girls, Bea, Cyndi, Odette and Odile come in and sit with the adults while I told them that we would have a new girl entering our circle and introduced Willow and told them a bit about her background. Cyndi, Odette and Odile all looked at each other and said in unison, “Ohhh, so that’s who you are! Is that cool or what! Welcome!” and giggled which left me puzzled until Cyndi said Willow had been a new student in Yardley’s Ballet class that afternoon, a 19 y/o Brit-chick who was such a marvelous dancer and who quickly made friends and fit right in in a notoriously clannish group.  What a great start!

Cum sluts and conventional morality

Male spoor from an arboretum encounter

Cyndi and the swan twin’s reputations: As first year students at UNLV the girls are already the object of considerable interest to returning male upper classmen. Perhaps that’s because of their looks, but more likely because of their sophistication as they seem far more worldly than most forth year women on campus. Scholastically their course material shouldn’t be a problem as they are astoundingly bright and can dazzle in class w/o lording it over their fellow students. It’s learning to successfully avoid the rocks and shoals of conventional morality while leading far different private lives that can be tricky. That is where their feminine wiles will stand them in such good stead.

While I’m training them in the skills of fetish escorts and they go bareback with their male trainers in my classes they absolutely must use condoms for STI protection and limit their partners at school or they will quickly be considered cum-sluts. They already have far better pelvic technique than most other women at their school (A few professional escorts are enrolled there as well.) and shouldn’t flaunt it, but when they take lovers at UNLV the men will almost certainly brag to their buds about “the amazingly tight girlfriend I have”. Limiting their UNLV partners has, so far, not been a problem as all three love being in demand and are reveling in being pursued socially while withholding their favors until they get to know their suitors better. Some of their girlfriends are already jealous because the twins cause men to stop and stare. Of course they have been on campus only two weeks and the swan twins just having come off Beyaz have only now become fertile and are experiencing the surge of hormones that makes many of us, especially young very fertile women, desperate for a man. With that in mind I’m making sure that they have an assortment of sizes of Japanese super-sheer latex condoms in their purses so when the time comes they can tell the lucky men, “no glove no love” and mean it.

The Duke arrives: The old bull has come out to inspect his granddaughter’s, Cyndi’s, living conditions and school. He can’t understand why she is studying since a gap year generally means the student takes a break from studying before moving on to university. Since Cyndi lives with me her living conditions are luxurious, compared to student housing so that’s no problem. The University admin is falling all over themselves being nice to him hoping for some financial support, like him endowing a chair in one of the arts or sciences. That’s very unlikely as even though he’s English he’s every bit as parsimonious as a Scotsman. He came west on Limnaea, my G550, which stopped in Edinburgh for him as well as Jack (Viscount Sandbach) his son. At Dulles they refueled and picked up Fiona, Cyndi’s mom, who brought along her BoyToy (Maj. Colin Tree) so I’ve been draining English semen for the last few days and loving it!

His Grace knows my drill if he wants bareback sex so he arrived with a recent negative full STI panel and a semen analysis which shows that at his age he is still quite potent, a fact of which he’s very proud. So none of his female admirers should think he is shooting blanks and protect themselves accordingly. However, the old bull does use a performance enhancing medication to make sure his body can keep up with his libido. Jack is sleeping with me, Fiona with Colon and my four girls Bea, Cyndi, Odette and Odile each have their own small suites and they sleep with their trainers as part of their escort training.  

His Grace has his own large suite in which he entertains a different fetish escort every night. His routine is the same. The flavor-of-the-day first gives him oral (and swallows) to take the edge off and make him last at least long enough that she might have an orgasm. After which she helps him into a securely fitting condom. Then after helping him insert himself (he has a marvelously thick shaft) she squeezes him so tight his pre-ejaculate is pushed out of the tip and around his shaft after which she can easily pull the condom off and he finishes bareback coating her cervix with semen. He just loves that they can pull a properly fitting condom off while he is erect and hard! I didn’t think the swan twins have that strong a grip yet and they are jealous of Bea because she is only 16 and can already do it easily. That has turned out to be an amazing motivator for the twins to do their pelvic exercises.

Having John’s father in residence is one of the few times I like to use my large dining room table, heavy linen tablecloths and the good china and silver. I brought in kitchen and serving staff (working for me on their own time) from the casino’s exclusive restaurant so that we can all enjoy meals together. And invite dinner guests like Anya who is in town and Chris (our Gyn), Pirate (who runs our escort service) and Adolph (who owns the deep water training facility). The guys bring along some of our casinos best fetish escorts, as dinner partners/arm candy to show them off to His Grace so Himself can select a partner for the evening.

His Grace And the swan twins: The old bull loves the thrill of getting off inside gorgeous teens in public places while avoiding getting caught so I had already warned the twins that he might be interested in getting to know them biblically in public and they found the prospect exciting, especially Odile who like me has a thing for risky sex. They both have had no discomfort or bleeding from their GyneFix placements on Saturday (September 7^th) and when they were introduced to His Grace he took an immediate liking to them. A day or two later he asked Odile (who had been chatting him up at every opportunity) if she would show him the University Arboretum as he said he was interested to see the desert flora on display. Having been warned about his interest she was prepared. She gladly accepted and off they went.

Before they left I made sure she had some large super-sheer condoms and was wearing a party panty (a thong with an absorbent gusset) under her short sage jersey skirt and a lighter sheer sage silk blouse that allowed her to blend in with the shrubbery. She was barelegged and wore old sage dyed Gaynor pointes as I’d told her the old bull is fond of women in toe-shoes. I wasn’t sure how she would do being taken from behind which is his fave position as she had only been taken in that position while en pointe by her trainers. I made sure she was wearing toe-pads with her Gaynors which with the internal platform padding I hoped would protect her from thrust-drop. But Himself gets off quickly and is usually interested in his own pleasure not his partner’s so I thought in GMs she could probably stay on her toes until he came in her.

I was right. When they came back he was very pleased and even after doing SETs (Kegels to expel his semen) she was still draining ejaculate into the gusset of her party thong. He’d had her roll a condom on to him to see if her grip was strong enough to pull it off. And amazingly it was! It was her first time pulling a condom off a man other than one of her trainers and she was so excited about that! But she didn’t orgasm which left her frustrated. She was able to pull his condom off probably because on pointe her pelvic muscles were naturally clenched so any additional tightening, and she did have strong vaginal contractions that were maddeningly short of climax, was enough to force his pre-ejaculate down along the inside of the condom so he slipped out of it.

Iced toes and masturbation: When she went to freshen up I went with her and iced her feet to reduce the swelling from prolonged pointework. But first she squatted pushed down and with two fingers reached in and pulled out the condom that had been forced into her posterior fornix after he had slipped out of it. While she iced her toes she took a few minutes to quickly masturbate to orgasm using her Hitachi Magic Wand so she could release the blood still pooled in her pelvis because she had not been sexually satisfied and left uncomfortably bloated and frustrated.

She said that in the small clearings surrounded by thick shrubbery where she took him there were condoms and tampons littering the ground and bushes. The ground was still sodden in places from the showers we have had for the last few days, though the really heavy rains were well to the east of us. Her Gaynor pointes were a muddy mess, but the blocks and shanks came through undamaged and the ribbons and stitching held though the sage satin is now the color of sand.  Knowing he often leaves his partner’s unsatisfied I’d suggested she give herself a clitoral orgasm while he was taking her from behind, but she said she didn’t dare because they were almost seen by student couples and she couldn’t chance them hearing her moan or cry out in ecstasy. After showering she rejoined us and she was fine. Odette is now looking forward to her turn with Himself.

Ankle ribbons, dive-sex and mystery meat

Trolling for men in ballet-wrap stilettos

Ankle ribbons are in for Spring 2012: From Alice+Olivia’s Spring/Summer 2012 line. A ballet look for wannabes in 4 in stilettos that accent the ankles and legs. Even the most bookish women can give her ballet-girl alter ego a romp in these lovely shoes that scream “take me” to any man with a ballet fetish.

Why I like dive sex: I keep getting reader’s comments asking why I love dive-sex. I’ve answered this question before, but for new readers I’ll answer it again. My interest in dive-sex developed because being weightless in water shows off my toned body to its best advantage while providing a hostile environment in which to enjoy the physical delights a man can provide as well as an opportunity to savor the affects of asphyxia during weightless sex. I discovered that facet of breath play when I accidentally ran out of air during an orgasm at the bottom of a friend’s swimming pool. It was amazing, an epiphany for me, and has provided an entirely new more intense level of carnal pleasure! Surviving a breathplay encounter during dive-sex is such an adrenaline rush that when I surface immediately afterward I need to be taken by my lover again. I understand that side effect, needing sex, is common for men after combat and is also what I have experienced after a KP-boot fight where the mind is so glad to be alive that it needs to experience sexual pleasure to relieve the tension.

Adolph’s Thanksgiving gift of mystery meat: I’m sorry to say that Adolph’s contribution to the gravy served during our Thanksgiving dinner proved to be a disappointment. As I wrote in an earlier post I didn’t tell any of the guests about its supposed aphrodisiac effects. I just observed the behavior of the women (it is supposed to significantly increase only the female libido) who consumed it. As far as I could tell there was no increase in libido of any of my female guests and I’ve been around them (even Adèle) enough under intimate circumstances to have a pretty good idea of how randy they are at different points in their cycle from menstruation to fertility and ovulation. While they enjoyed themselves by sampling the different men available none of the women were over the top in erotic behavior. I’m wondering now if the tales told about the aphrodisiacal power of the organ meat were apocryphal as there is nothing I could find in medical texts of the period. Perhaps he was scammed and was provided with boar’s testes.

Thanksgiving weekend side effects: It’s now been a week since I had my Thanksgiving smorgasbord of studly men for the women in my circle to enjoy in safe and comfortable surroundings. None or us has come down with yeast or other normal infections that typically occur from being sexually intimate with so many different men in such a short interval of time and that’s as expected since we all used DiveGel+. There is no reason to suppose our contraceptive protection was any less effective, but no method is 100% effective so we should know for sure in another week or so.

I played Aphrodite to make sure all the woman got to experience all the men. I even managed to get Cyndi taken by her Mom’s boyfriend while Fiona was off shopping at Hermès with Anya. Anya took her to both Hermès stores - the Crystals and at Wynn’s Encore - and then lunch so Colin had plenty of time to be gentle with Cyndi since it was his first time with her. Cyndi’s experience with Colin seemed to help reassure her that he can meet Fiona’s considerable physical needs from a lover (they both like well hung men with plenty of stamina) and Cyndi came away from the weekend thinking far more favorably of Colin than that he was just the latest set of male genitals in her mother’s life.


I want to thank my good friend and regular reader Eric for bringing the article below to my attention.

“Stiletto Self-Defense
NBC LA
By Lolita Lopez Saturday, Nov 19, 2011

"I wanted women to just know enough ... to be able to tap into their inner power and ward off a predator"

Stiletto heels aren't just fashionable, they also serve a purpose.

Local self-defense expert Jennifer Cassetta has created the Stiletto Self Defense program that demonstrates how women can protect themselves.

She developed the techniques after she was attacked several years ago while walking on the street late at night.

"He grabbed me from behind and in that half a sec, like, I knew in my head from my training that I had an instant to choose whether to be a victim or a victor and I turned into what I liked to call a 'she beast,' basically went crazy like I was going to attack him," Cassetta said.

According to RAINN, the Rape, Abuse, & Incest National Network, someone in the U.S. is sexually assaulted every two minutes.

The 5 foot 1 inch third degree black belt in HapKido, a Korean martial art, was able to chase off her attacker while wearing high heels. She began teaching the program in 2006 using her 12 years of experience.

"I wanted women to just know enough of the basics to be able to tap into their inner power and ward off a predator," Cassetta said.

Cassetta explained her ABC's of self-defense: Awareness, Boundaries, and being Centered and Calm in the face of adversity.

"We have on our bodies five different weapons, pretty much, and they start with the hands, elbows, knees, feet and your head," Cassetta said.

As for those heels, Cassetta suggested wearing comfortable ones that you can run in if necessary.

"The first thing you do with those sexy stilettos is stomp your heel right down on the foot," Cassetta said. "Hopefully it will go right through the foot. You can also take the foot and go up the groin with that stiletto, as well."

Cassetta said, remember to let out your inner "she beast" and be loud, calling attention to your situation.

"It all starts in the mind and it's a mind body spirit class ... if you think you are powerful enough to get away in a situation like that, most likely you can," Cassetta said.

Another tip: think like a predator.

"How can you avoid being a target? You want to stand up straight make sure you are looking around, shoulders back,” she said. “You see girls texting and headphones. None of that.”

Two 20-something's taking her class were inspired by what they learned.

"I walk around with my headphones and disappear into my music, and I never thought I am very vulnerable at that moment," Stephanie McCall said.

Tina Pareedes said the class challenged her habits, as well.

"I usually avoid looking at people in the eye walking around the street but once you get that in your head to just go after someone in the face, yea," Pareedes said.

Cassetta holds local workshops once a month but is also available by appointment for special classes. She recently held a class in one part of Los Angeles where there was a spike in sexual assaults.

"I have mothers, a lot of mothers, who have girls going off to college that will call me and schedule a class" Cassetta said.

For the video see: http://www.nbclosangeles.com/news/local/Stilletto-Self-Defense-134180263.html

Her techniques are also available on DVDs. For more information check out www.jennifercassetta.com”

Personal Comment: I’ve always liked the idea of fighting back and using whatever is at hand as weapons and punching a 3 or 4 inch stiletto heel through an attacker’s foot can be pretty effective. Of course if you miss you lose the advantage of surprise that you are actually fighting back. Another tactic I like if I’m in flats or sneakers is to kick back into an attacker’s knees. If you break the knee he’s down and not going very far then you can safely run. Of course too there is the Wal-Mart Black Friday weapon of choice, pepper spray, if you have it where you can get at it, like in your hand as you walk to your car.

Vaginal health

Premarin vaginal estrogen cream

Vaginal Health: Thanksgiving weekend I had nine men as guests along with the women they were escorting, they were: Chris, Robin, Jeff, Pirate, Peter, Colin, Clark, Adolph and Jon. The tenth is Jacques, Gigi’s father, and my main squeeze and live-in lover. With the exception of Colin, who Fiona (Cyndi’s Mom) tried to put off limits (except to me) the other men; including Jacques were shared for the weekend so every woman got to bed every man at least twice. Well, that was the plan. Since most of the women, other than me, have GyneFix IUDs implanted pregnancy wasn’t really a concern. I could sense Fiona was afraid I would take Colin away from her, or be so much better in bed that he would begin comparing her to what he got from me. I don’t think so. Jacques is an excellent judge of a woman’s sexual abilities and had bedded Fiona before. He says “she is a very good lay, tight, deep, wet and very exciting with a marvelous scent” were his exact words. Colin is fun and a good lover with a better than average package and technique, but as a Brit he is a bit too reserved for me and I’m not in the mood to collect British SAS officers right now either. So Fiona is quite safe in that regard (aside from my using him temporarily to fill me with sperm) but she was still edgy when he was around me.

I understand her not wanting to share Colin, but it was only for the holiday and it wasn’t like she had taken a vow of chastity herself. We were all draining semen the entire weekend and this morning as well. Even with SET – semen emitting technique – using Kegels and tissues to squeeze most of the semen out - we still drained into our thongs. I left packs of party thongs for the girls in each of their rooms and in the bathrooms in the formal area so they could change as necessary and toss the old ones.

Everyone had a recent full STI panel so there was no concern there, but by taking that many different men bareback - which is how we all wanted them - in such a short interval there is always a chance of unbalancing the vaginal flora and ending up with a yeast infection or bacterial vaginosis. Neither of those are STIs (like Chlamydia, Herpes or gonorrhea are) but still they are uncomfortable and can be frustrating to treat. So I took Jeff up on an offer he had made several months ago to add an experimental biocide to Dive-Gel. He wanted us to trial it and he’s calling it DiveGel+.

DiveGel+: The biocide has been in clinical trial as Gel-33 in Thai brothels. They were hoping for a reduction in the transmission of the HIV virus, but that hasn’t materialized. What the results did show is the cases of YIs and BV dropped to nearly zero. So Jeff added 4% of the experimental biocide to Dive-Gel as the application medium and packaged it in a case of 48 100 ml tubes and is calling it DiveGel+. We all used DG+ as a lube for the long weekend and it will be interesting to see if anyone comes down with a YI or BV.

As part of getting Jeff to provide us the DG+ I agreed to have our clinic enroll the female escort trainees, my circle of friends, my ballet company and the ballet classes and swim teams at St Lucy’s as participants in the clinical trial so he can get some data closer to home. That way he is also covered in providing an experimental drug to a limited number of local women. The clinic had already been talking about wanting to participate in a clinical trial of a biocide so I didn’t have any problem getting them to agree to sign on with Jeff’s DiveGel+ formulation as they were already using and recommending Dive-Gel to their professional patients.

Premarin and well hung men: Shortly after Fiona arrived last Tuesday, while I was telling her about the men we would be sampling over the holiday weekend she confided that her vaginal tissues weren’t as stretchy as they once were. At 44 she’s not that much older than I am and she uses her well preserved body in her work, just not as blatantly as I do, so I thought she would have had any vaginal atrophy already being treated, but she said that the congressmen, senators and lobbyists she works with weren’t super-sized as far as their packages were concerned so she had been putting it off. She only realized she had a problem because her largest dildo that she had been fond of using was becoming painful to insert, not from lack of her natural lube but because her tissues weren’t as stretchy as they were a few years ago.

At 39 I knew exactly what she meant and when I found myself getting that way two years ago I started a regimen of the topical estrogen Premarin, a finger full to coat the external vaginal tissues around the introitus that are subject to tearing with penetration by a very large diameter man or one who corkscrews as he buries his shaft which can sometimes catch a fold of labial tissue if I’m not fully aroused when he enters me. I use the .025 mg/gram strength which is the lowest dose and is enough to make me super stretchy w/o noticeable estrogenic side effects. I had Chuck our male Gyn write her an Rx and give her a tube of .025 mg Premarin and told her she might want to hold off taking Peter, Clark and Jon until Saturday as they were spectacularly hung as far as diameter (the critical dimension) is concerned to give the estrogen cream at least three days to work it’s magic. I’m pleased to say she was able to easily handle Jon the largest and the one with the most corkscrew thrust. She confided afterward that after using the Premarin for three days she felt as though she was twenty-five again.

Cyndi and Peter: Cyndi especially enjoyed taking Peter (as a change from Chris) so the weekend was special for her in that way. I think it’s not only because his package is so large and he uses it so well, but because Peter has impregnated so many women who thought they were quite safe using an effective method of birth control only to find a few days after sleeping with Peter that they tested positive for hCG. He seems to be especially good about fertilizing the eggs of girls on hormones who have either forgotten to take a pill, change a patch or insert a new ring. Taking meds that reduce the levels of hormones in the bloodstream leading to breakthrough ovulation is another way Peter’s pregnancies (as they are called) occur. He has a really high sperm count so every time he plants his seed in a woman’s belly she has to wonder, regardless of how good her contraceptive protection is. Actually Peter is in demand by women for that very reason; his groupies love the unknown waiting breathlessly for the results of their pregnancy tests after having an encounter with him to find out if they need to take Mifeprex.

Thanksgiving 2010

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

Thanksgiving Day: Cyndi’s mom, Fiona, and her boyfriend are with us again this year to celebrate Thanksgiving! The Honorable Lady Fiona etc, etc (known to her friends as “Fi”) and her current stud-muffin an SAS Major, Colin Tree, who is with the Military Attaché unit of the Embassy in DC were able to come! She flew out with Senator Reid, to brief him on an Anglo-American project, while Congress is on Thanksgiving break. Limnaea was on the east coast so it was no trouble to pick up Maj. Tree at Dulles. I will fit Fiona with a Reflexions so she can dive the pit She prefers a diaphragm which she used before having her GyneFix implanted rather than the 30 mm Oves I fitted her for last year. That will work out well because we now know Reflexions is quite safe as a gas guard down to at least 200 feet.

Like last year I have a team of chefs - hired off-duty from the casino - working my commercial grade kitchen to prepare the traditional turkey dinner. There will be Parade watching and football for the men but I expect to be able to lure them away from the games for plenty of sex.

For the weekend there will be:

1.Cyndi & Chris,
2. Anya & Robin,
3. Shelly & Jeff,
4.Marie-Claude & Pirate,
5.Diané & Peter,
6. Fiona & Colin,
7. Cara & Clark an experience escort new to our group
8.Abigail (Abi): pool-assistant and Lorelei in residence to Adolph & Adolph
9.Gigi & Chuck, my fave Gyno and Taryn’s old BF.
10.Beth: My Pool Assistant/Dresser & Jon a lovely male escort
11. Jacques & me.

The lovely thing about having a very large house is I can bed them all here for the entire weekend. My circle, since they are in synchrony with me, will be CD 7 – 10 from tomorrow through the weekend so we should all be fertile by Saturday and ready to test the stamina of out partners. Fiona is a few days ahead so will probably ovulate this weekend.

The only sadness is that Taryn won’t be here with us. She sends her love and asks to be remembered to all. She is enjoying Trinity College Cambridge and her tutor says she is doing well in her studies while having an active social life at her country house, Cunt Castle, on weekends.

Thanksgiving Day update

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Thanksgiving Day update: Awesome news! Cyndi’s mom, Fiona, and her boyfriend are with us to celebrate Thanksgiving! The Honorable Lady Fiona etc, etc (known to her friends as “Fi”) and her current stud-muffin an SAS Major, Colin Tree, who is with the Military Attaché unit of the Embassy in DC were able to come! I had asked Fi months ago and since her job is liaison between the embassy and our Congress she wasn’t certain how much her expertise would be needed until recently. With health care reform on the front burner and the Afghanistan situation vying for first place for the administrations attention she was allowed a few days leave with the thought that she might get to talk to Senator Reid, to renew an old acquaintance, while Congress is on Thanksgiving break. Limnaea was on the east coast delivering H1N1 vaccine so it was no trouble to pick her and her guy up at Dulles. She was here almost a year ago when Cyndi was recovering from her termination and entered St Lucy’s and for the daughter of a Duke she was such fun! She has a raging libido like mine and a determination to use it to further the interests of her country, so she can be a very persuasive lobbyist. She’s had a GyneFix IUD implanted so she is quite safe from pregnancy. Robin has been working with her in a small pool at my place to give her and her partner a refresher in dive-sex. Before she came out I made sure she has her Gyn check the fit of her diaphragm, but she wants to dive the pit. Because a diaphragm won’t be safe for that I fit her myself for an Oves, she takes a 30mm, and taught her to how to insert it correctly so she can have sex safely at the bottom of the pit.

Jeff, the owner of the electronics and software co. will be joining us as Shelly’s escort for the weekend so that fills out my guest list. For the weekend it will be: Taryn & Chuck, Cyndi & Chris, Anya & Robin, Shelly & Jeff, Marie-Claude & Pirate, Diané & Peter, Fiona & Colin and Jacques & me.

A fertile weekend: Tomorrow I will be CD7 and probably start discharging fertile cervical fluid into my Oves. Those in my circle who are in menstrual synchrony with me will be fertile this holiday weekend. I think that is everyone but Diané who doesn’t have enough exposure to the pheromones from my sweat and Fi. I’m not sure where she is in her cycle. Even Shelly and Marie-Claude the newest members of my ballet company are moving into synchrony with me from the number of sweaty classes and rehearsals we’ve had together.

I’m going to have the dive staff remind everyone to get their dives in before the meals or wait for at least an hour after eating before diving. Diving on a full stomach isn’t a good idea because dive-sex can be so strenuous that indigestion, cramps, nausea and vomiting are common while diving after a heavy meal.

Barre-bound snorkel-sex: Taryn and Chuck and Robin and I visited a local fetish dive club last evening to see what they offered and found their pool condition unappealing if not unsanitary. It was a small indoor recreational swimming pool to which has been added a stainless steel barre on the wall of the pools deep end about 3 feet below the surface. Women’s wrists are cuffed to the barre so that they are held below the surface and use snorkels to breathe while having sex. We liked that bit and I think we will add barres in some of our pools so we can offer that as a BDSM dive option. More Barres in more places!

The thing that turned us off was the litter on the bottom of the pool below where the women are chained. It looked as though no one had ever cleaned up after an encounter. There were all sorts of feminine hygiene and contraceptive devices scattered on the pool bottom: used tampons, Diva cups, several NuvaRings, Ortho and Milex diaphragms, a female condom, a FemCap, a Prentif cap and a Semina diaphragm which probably meant that a St Lucy’s student or faculty member had been taken while chained to the barre. And there were the usual bikini bottoms, commonly forgotten after dive-sex as well as one entire swimsuit. From the debris under the barre it seems it’s common for the Dom to remove his partner’s upper reproductive tract protection before penetration so she is at risk of injury as well as pregnancy from the encounter. I hope that’s explained to the women before they are barre-bound. I suppose the good news is that Plan-B is easily obtainable w/o prescription for anyone 17 y/o or older. Of course if they get PID or have an embolism from not wearing a gas guard Plan-B is no help at all.