Exploring tidal caves

Diver zipping herself into a heavy rubber drysuit

Dive Chicks: I’m rethinking why Himself, who is known for his bad temper and dislike of most people, was so accommodating in letting Anya and me visit Crag Abbey. Aside from the sex the old bull was getting with us being ‘new tail’ for him and the fact that with our escorts and Cyndi’s he has three men with military backgrounds and who are expert shots to go hunting with as well as his son, John, who at 37 is taking an advanced degree at Oxford after time in the Royal Marines. As I mentioned before I’m having a wonderful time, but in hindsight it seems to be working out almost too well, though in the U.S. Cyndi is my Ward and we were recommended to him by the Duchess, who returning readers will remember now lives permanently on Virgin Gorda.

What got me to thinking about the possibility of there being more than just gratitude for taking care of Cyndi was him asking us, or at least me, to bring my diving gear along. I didn’t give it much thought at the time, but the Abbey is on a cloud shrouded 2,600 ft crag on the range over looking the Atlantic coast so the opportunities to go diving at the Abbey – other than in the heated pool - seemed nonexistent, until a few days ago when at breakfast Himself wanted to know what dive gear I brought. The Duke said his divemaster recommended twin aluminum 80 cu/ft tanks for diving in the tidal pools and caves on the western coast where he has oceanfront property as part of the Abbey’s dependencies. Before he had never mentioned where and what the diving was to be.

I first told everyone at the breakfast table my new modified Orca Alpha 2011 wetsuit because I love wearing it and it makes my body look even sleeker than it is which, even though the body sheath is mainly 5mm neoprene, is a delight to wear. The Orca Alpha is designed for triathlon competition so it is extremely flexible and very buoyant which I find convenient because I dive a lot with twin steel 130 cu/ft tanks which are very negatively buoyant even when empty so the suit buoyancy lets me get by with minimum inflation in my BCD and increases it’s overall lift capability with my gear config. The wetsuit Anya is diving is a 5mm O’Neill. Both our suits have the optional hoods. The only problem with wearing a standard Orca is that there is no relief zipper not that I mind peeing in it, but w/o a relief zipper I can’t have sexual penetration by a man underwater so I had the crotch modified to add a relief zipper.

Cave diving in drysuits: Of course when diving the North Atlantic, even in the summer, you need more than a wetsuit if you plan to be in the water for more than a few minutes. So I was glad I’d had the foresight to also bring one of my black Avon heavy rubber drysuits along with thermal undies to wear under it because the ocean water off the Isle of Skye is very cold. I’m using an OTS Guardian FFM that has the reg on the side and an ambient breathing valve which is great for air conservation while in the water prior to diving or awaiting retrieval. I think a FFM is much safer in case of being tossed around by heavy surf or losing consciousness so I don’t expel my reg.

John is an excellent swimmer and wears a GNT drysuit. He used to dive and play in the tidal caves during the summers in his teens so he offered to take me and Anya to see the extent of them. Anya begged off, I think she wants to get Penelope alone as I’ve seen them looking longingly at each other. Returning readers know Anya is Bi and from the way I’ve seen Penelope looking at her there is certainly a strong attraction between them. So it was just John and I who went diving the tidal caves. The tides around the Isle of Skye have a range of from 9 to 15 or more feet between low and high tides so the caves are very dangerous. John says the caves have been and still are used by smugglers and swimmers even with SCUBA can be easily trapped and drowned by a rising tide. Most of the bodies that have been recovered have been wearing European dive gear and were strangers to the area.

We took a Land Rover down to a cottage – a four hour drive - near a tiny beach on one of the Duchy’s oceanfront properties and there spent the night. The next morning the caretaker had a small Zodiac on the beach for us at low tide. Before we donned our drysuits John milked me so that I was good for 5 or 6 hours w/o needing to have my breasts emptied again. After stepping into our drysuits, before we sealed ourselves into them we put on special strap-on boots over our drysuit booties. The strap-ons have soles that scrape the slime off rocks and have suction cups designed to hold the wearer’s feet securely to the smooth rocks. John said the boots were a huge improvement over the corrugated soles of drysuit booties, but even so there was no guarantee that the wearer wouldn’t slip so care was needed in placing my feet on tide-smoothed and slippery rocks in the caves. We wore no BCDs relying on managing the air in our drysuits to control our buoyancy. That was risky given that we could be thrown against the rocks by tidal surges, but John said the surfaces were smooth so being thrown against a rock wall was more likely to break bones than puncture our suits and I was up for the added risk.

The caves we were to explore were just down the coast so it took us about 20 minutes to get there after we got through the surf getting off the rocky beach. John is an expert with the Zodiac and timed our entrance through the mouth of the cave perfectly so we were swept in by a wave and the light from the entrance penetrated about 100 feet into the cave before we had to turn on the LED lanterns that we brought along. We still had small long-life waterproof LED torches in our utility belts. John tied off the Zodiac to an outcropping and we fastened ourselves into our tank harnesses and fitted our FFMs over our hoods and checked the seals. I turned on the boats location beacon and we checked our receivers to make sure we could pick it up to use as an aid to getting back to the boat. Then we eased over the side and into the icy water.

An unwelcome discovery: John wanted to show me the submerged part of the cave where as a teen he had set up a ‘secret room’ of the sort he said male teens like to do so we took the LED lanterns and swam under a rock wall that barely showed an opening at low tide and about 30 feet further along a ten foot wide tunnel and when the walls of the tunnel disappeared entered a pitch black room where we headed for the surface. I opened my ambient breathing valve (ABV) and gagged at the scent. I quickly closed the valve and purged my mask trying to get as much of the cloyingly sweet scent of decaying flesh out of it as possible. John had smelled it too so still breathing off our tanks I followed him up a series of stone ledges, rather like steps, to a part of the cave that was above high water even during spring tides and there we found a dead diver.

She didn’t seem to have been dead long although the chilled conditions in the cave must have slowed decomposition. She hadn’t been eaten by crustaceans so you could still tell from her face that the body was female. She was in what seemed to me to be an old Russian drysuit of heavy green rubber and one leg was bent at an unnatural angle so she had be injured somehow. She had taken her FFM off and her 120 cu ft tank was empty so she must have tried to breathe the air in the chamber and suffocated. She had a waterproof case with her which I was going to look at, but John stopped me not knowing what it contained. It was at that point that we ended our visit to the tidal caves. The trip back out to the Zodiac was uneventful and since it was at slack tide we had no trouble getting out of the cave and into the ocean and returned to the cottage. As soon as we got out of our dive gear John rang up a friend of his at Thames House and told him what we found and was asked to post a lookout on the cliff above the cave to see if any one else tried to enter it before they could get a forensic team on site.

Death in a drysuit

Abi at Lake Tahoe before diving

Discipline training: Yet another fatality that could have been prevented! A pregnant teen bled to death in her drysuit when she miscarried and hemorrhaged during a dive with Abi at Adolph’s Lake Tahoe estate. She had been enrolled in Adolph’s erotic discipline class for two weeks and Abi suspected she was at least six weeks preggers (from the level of hCG) when she let her dive. Because she was tested for pregnancy electronically every morning before breakfast the teen never saw the results of her tests and because she was on Seasonique in the middle of her extended (eighty-four day) cycle there was no reason for her to think she was preggers, like if she had missed her period or had irregular bleeding or if she had been nauseated which is very common during early pregnancy. Abi said she was taking a chance the pressure wouldn’t cause the nineteen y/o any problems because her sponsor had paid for her training and that time slot was the only opportunity she would have for months because she was booked for modeling projects.

It happened while Abi had her on a field trip at Tahoe doing pogo squeeze dives. That’s where a student wears one of the schools GNT drysuits and releases air from her suit until the water pressure squeezes the rubber restricting her ability to breathe. The release of air reduces the suit buoyancy and accelerates the diver’s descent to the lake bed which was at about 80 feet where they were diving. The instructor accompanies the student down during the first descent and stays on the button during the students remaining cycles Once on the bottom the student re-inflates her suit and, rises to 20 feet, then deflates her suit repeating the cycle again. She was required to complete four cycles, each cycle taking about seven minutes with a minute or two on the bottom before starting her ascent. Any one of those depth swings and suit compression cycles could have easily triggered the teens miscarriage. Our clinic Gyns agree there couldn’t have been a diving exercise more likely to cause a miscarriage and that’s what I think Abi was instructed to do.

That the student had to take the course now doesn’t explain why she was taken diving in Lake Tahoe. They could just as easily have worn drysuits in Adolph’s training facility. He has student dive gear at both locations. Tahoe is a high mountain lake with an average surface elevation (above sea level) of 6,225 feet while Las Vegas is about 2,030 above sea level and the water in Tahoe is snow melt so with the altitude the water is very cold. It doesn’t warm up much by September so it is still ice cold in early June. The additional 4,000 feet of elevation made diving in Tahoe even more dangerous because atmospheric pressure at 6200 feet drops to about 12 psi +/- (depending on temperature etc) rather than the 14.7 psi at sea level so a series of 80 foot dives in Tahoe is a good bit more strenuous than when done in Adolph’s training facility in Vegas, especially for a pregnant diver.

Abi said the student didn’t show any signs of distress. She just moved slower and slower as she became weaker as she lost blood. We think she didn’t notice the blood filling the boots of her suit because she was wearing an adult diaper to collect her urine that is always squeezed out on long deep dives and the diaper absorbed a lot of the blood until near the end of the last dive to the bottom she became unconscious and it was at that point that Abi was alerted that something was wrong and worked to get her to the surface and to the marina where there was an EMT station. But by then it was much too late.

Men in Ballet boots: I think ballet boots are primarily female disciplinary footwear. However, there are some of us who enjoy wearing them for the feeling of power and knowing that we look stunning in them. That’s obvious from the looks of envy we get from other women and pickup lines we hear from men as we stride confidently in pointe boots over almost any surface. But you have to have the figure – long shapely legs and tight, high, hard buns - and the ability to walk in them correctly (no mincing wobbling steps) or you come off looking like an neophyte BDSM Sub rather than a Domme or at the very least someone who knows what she is doing while wearing ballet boots.

With men in ballet boots it’s an entirely different matter. There are so few of them that expectations are low. Men are not judged by if they can walk in ballet boots well, they get raves if they can do it at all, which often seems all that matters especially if the persons commenting have never worn BBs themselves. My point in mentioning this is that Adolph wears ballet boots and he has been doing it long enough – he started in Germany when he was in his early teens while he was in ballet school – and often enough and he has a German work ethic that makes him a perfectionist so he is quite good at it, for a man. With his trim figure and lovely strong manly legs in tights and ballet boots he is extremely attractive to women even the ones – me included - who know how cruel he can be. We all seem to be able to delude ourselves that “yes he is brutal with this woman or that teen, but “I know he respects me and will be a gentle lover”. We just see his strength and his beautiful body with his package expertly presented in a pair of custom tights that fit him like a coat of paint and we all go weak in the knees as he strides by in a pair of Gepetto’s custom made Pleasure boots. Of course with me I know I will be relatively safe as I have contacts and I can perform functions that he needs. Well, I think that’s the case. And being that close to a dangerous man is such a huge adrenaline rush. I love not quite knowing for certain if I will survive a sexual encounter with him.

Elke and conservative activists

An Ocean Reef Neptune Space Predator FFM

(Showing the surface air vent – the black knob on the left behind the air hose connection)

Elke’s discipline dive: Adolph had several days with the well unoccupied by a discipline trainee, because his current trainee had 5 ribs fractured during a squeeze encounter. She was being stubborn and doing extremely well withstanding her drysuits squeeze until she reached 165 feet when her ribs suddenly cracked and she fainted which ended the encounter. She will be ok but she won’t be diving for at least several months. Adolph training operation is self insured through one of his corporations so cost isn’t an issue but rescheduling the trainee to complete her training is a bother. However, since the well was unoccupied that gave Elke an opportunity to satisfy her masochistic urges by experiencing a disciplinary session for herself, which she had wanted to do.

So, the other day Adolph had her suit up in her GNT drysuit, hood, gloves and her Interspiro FFM and he personally took her into the well and cuffed her spread eagle to the wall 50 feet below the surface with soft cuffs – Velcro wrap cuffs – that she couldn’t’ get out of, then dumped air from her suit to cause it to squeeze her very tightly so she was squirming and gasping. Then he activated the biofeedback G-spot vibi that he had her insert and left her to her own thoughts. She wore a twin set of 120 cu ft tanks with a low pressure switch to automatically transfer tanks when her primary tank was near empty. She was breathing Nitrox II so she had plenty of air for a long duration dive and there was a Brit-chick WA-girl (a well attendant) watching the monitors to make sure she was still breathing.

I was sleeping with Adolph that night and after I exhausted him he fell almost immediately into a deep sleep. I was lying beside him enjoying the afterglow from a series of intense orgasms he had given me when I had an urge to see if Elke was ok. I knew I shouldn’t interrupt her because letting a student undergoing discipline confront the demons that go through a woman’s mind at times like that is an important part of her experience, but I felt I really needed to see if she was ok. I told myself I had no intent to dive down to her, just look at the monitors and stand on the edge and look down into the well at her and make sure she was releasing a normal bubble stream from her exhalations. Still, I slipped into a 2 mm neoprene SinSkin and fastened myself into my SCUBA set with its BCD and 80 cu ft tank of Nitrox II gas. Then put on and adjusted my Neptune Space Raptor FFM, making sure that I opened the surface air vent to breathe ambient air rather than deplete Nitrox from my tank before I needed to. I picked up my gear bag and fins and as I walked past the trainee’s dressing room I turned on my masks comm. set expecting to hear the sound of Elke’s demand valve operating as she slept. Instead I heard two women with upper-class British accents talking.

Apparently they were mother and daughter and the daughter was asking if there wasn’t another way. The older woman replied that Miss Kraus (Elke) had caused the school to send down (expel) her daughter. But worse, her expulsion was over the issue of morality since the school intends to offer a course teaching recreational dive-sex to unmarried girls, against the teachings of the church. I assumed they were talking about the Roman Catholic Church because the mother mentioned Cardinal O’Connor, head of the Church in the UK. She went on to say that Elke, as ‘an instrument of the devil’, was an appropriate target for reprisal by Christian warriors from organizations like Opus Dei. And, since Catholic societies are notorious for elitism and misogyny having women as covert operatives is especially effective since it is so unexpected. She said that by striking at Elke they would get back at her for recommending expulsion and also delay the start of dive-sex training at her daughter’s former school.

Her mom decided that the daughter would cut the head harnesses on all the FFMs in the staff dressing room so no one could follow them into the well while she went into the well first to take care of Elke, but she said she wouldn’t finish her off until her daughter could follow her down and help complete the job. Mom went out the far door onto the well surround and daughter came out the door into the hall where I was standing. As they talked I had put down my fins reached into my gear bag and broke the seal on a small squeeze bottle of chloroform. I closed the surface air valve on my Raptor so I was breathing Nitrox and didn’t gas myself and was ready with the chloroform when daughter came through the door. She stopped in surprise and I soaked the open surface air valve on her Predator. No liquid chloroform should have gone directly into her oral nasal unit but the fumes did and she collapsed immediately w/o making a sound. I pulled her back into the trainees dressing room and thought about turning off her air, closing her surface air valve and letting her suffocate but then thought Adolph might like to play with her so while I did turn off her air I left her SAV open and bound her securely with duct tape so I could go after her Mom. I was pleased to see that the thin neoprene skin she was wearing looked close enough to my SinSkin and the shape of her FFM was the same as my mask, though the colors were different, that at a distance, if I was lucky, Mom might mistake me for her daughter since she was not expecting anyone else.

My encounter with Mom: I went out onto the well surround and looked down at Elke. Mom was apparently having trouble equalizing the pressure in her ears and sinuses because she had stopped at about 30 feet and was pushing under the chin cup of her FFM to engage the nasal plugs to help with equalization. I slipped quietly into the water and thought how fortunate it was that the lights had been dimmed and that the wells shadow free lighting feature would help mask my approach from above though if she was listening for them and her ears were not blocked she could probably hear my bubbles. I was successful in trying a fast descent with little air in my buoyancy compensator so I watched what Mom was doing as I worked my mask to equalize the pressure. Fortunately I have dived the Neptune Space masks so much that I’m used to using the nasal plugs and I was fully equalized when I got to mom. By then she was at 50 feet and though she told her daughter that she wouldn’t kill Elke until she arrived she had already shut off the air in both Elke’s tanks and Elke was squirming trying to get lose which was futile. What I was hoping was than Mom didn’t destroy Elke’s mask but she pulled her dive knife from its sheath and grabbed Elke’s air hose. By then I was behind her and I was able to slit the bladder of her buoyancy compensator and she let go of the hose as she began to sink. She tried to turn toward me and I slashed through her glove and cut the tendons in the wrist of her knife hand and she dropped her knife. I turned off the air in her tank and when she reached back with her left hand to try and reach the valve to turn the air back on I broke her other wrist. Then still behind her I slashed the back of her masks head harness and it flooded while she tried to hold it on with her lower arm. By that time we were at 75 feet and dropping so I pulled off her fins and swam away from her then inflated my BC and began my ascent to where Elke was strapped to the wall. It had been less than a minute and a half since her air had been shut off and when I turned it on again I was relieved to see her take several deep breaths before settling down to a fast but regular respiration rate. Then I unfastened the Velcro cuffs she inflated her suit and we began our slow ascent to the surface. At 20 feet we stopped to let Elke decompress. We may not have needed to but I wasn’t going to chance it having just rescued her from certain suffocation. As we hung on the ascent line at 20 feet we looked down and saw that Mom was just completing her uncontrolled descent to the floor of the well at 210 feet. Her weight belt and tank pulled her on to her back where her corpse lay until Adolph himself went to retrieve the body. I thought he would wait until the next day but he brought her up as soon as he heard we had taken her daughter alive.

Unanswered questions: While Elke and I were decompressing I was wondering how the mother-daughter assassination team got into Adolph’s place. It’s not as though it’s a Super-Max, but it does take a 5 digit code on the outside doors and one of the Well-attendants is supposed to be watching the motion detector alarms and CCTV monitors. The common thread was that the WA on duty was a Brit-chick just like the pair of intruders, so that was a place to start. Elke was sore and exhausted so as soon as we determined that she wasn’t seriously injured she went to her room locked her door and went to bed. I woke Adolph and we looked for the WA who was supposed to be on duty and found her missing which wasn’t a surprise. Adolph said she was new and had been working for him for only a few weeks. We found her the next day. Her Toyota Prius had gone off the road and into a ravine at high speed. She was crushed when the car folded like an accordion around her. It looked to me as though she was speeding and her brakes failed.

Adolph’s Brit-toy: We had an opportunity to question the daughter after we found the WA Brit-chick dead in her Prius. It turned out that Elke remembered daughter as being involved in all sorts of questionable activities at school like selling narcotics and counterfeit contraceptives that didn’t protect the girls who used them. It was also true that she was a huge tease and would lure boys from nearby schools into compromising positions and photographed their erections with her in erotic lingerie and then blackmail them. Elke thought her Mom had sent her to the elite liberal school as an agent provocateur which sounded like a good analysis to me. So it was a surprise to find that daughter was a virgin! Adolph was very pleased to find that he would be able to deflower a young beautiful enemy who had a very complete hymen. But first he softened her up psychologically.

He tied daughter to a chair where she could watch as he brought out her mother’s corpse still in her three year old neoprene SinSkin, the one with the black Kevlar tooth crotch zipper. He had decided to leave her in her neoprene suit because the water pressure had crushed a lot of her tissues so the suit was needed to keep the body looking female. He pulled off her mom’s Predator FFM and exposed the soft pink lung tissue that was spilling from her open mouth and filled the oral nasal unit of hr mask. Daughter fainted. I used smelling salts (aromatic spirits of ammonia) to bring her around so she wouldn’t miss any of what Adolph was doing to her mom’s corpse. He Slipped an FC2 condom over a large dildo and forced it up the corpse’s anus then being careful to penetrate her inside the sheath he got off inside the corpse saying that her ass was still very tight! Daughter went wild screaming, crying and finally fainting.

Then it was daughters turn: I slipped a ball-gag into her mouth and tightened the harness so it was forced deep behind her teeth so she couldn’t scream. He opened the crotch zipper on her dive skin and made no attempt to slit her hymen to minimize her pain before he penetrated and tore her. H took her in missionary so he could watch her face as he hurt her. When he found he could hit her cervix he rammed it brutally and repeatedly so she was bleeding freely when he withdrew. Blood soaked them both and he even gave her an orgasm which she was mortified about afterward. Of course there was no possibility of letting her go as her mother had died in the assassination attempt on Elke. I helped strip her and her mom of their neoprene suits but neither of them were my size so I kept nothing as a memento. The suits are in good condition so Adolph is keeping them as suits for guests to wear. The next day we found the car they used, a ten year old Chevy, with their ID and street clothes. The car was driven over a cliff into a deep lake and Adolph has access to a wood chipper and quicklime pit so I left him to do what needed to be done.

Trimix for dive-sex at 60 M

In a GNT drysuit & Interspiro Divator mk2 FFM

Elke’s GNT drysuit: Elke the Swiss girl’s schools aquatics mistress who will be teaching dive-sex beginning this summer, brought along her German GNT drysuit for some cold water dives while she is here. Actually she brought two large cases of dive gear she shipped by DHL with dry and wet suits and four different regulators all rated for exotic gas mixes. She is over her migraine and feeling well enough that Adolph took her to Lake Tahoe yesterday and they had to break the ice in front of his place to get in the water at the end of his dock. They put a sonar transmitter down and took receivers with them so they could find their way back since visibility isn’t that great on a sunny day and it was very overcast. She wore a good set of thermal underwear and said she was quite comfy. She has a GNT drysuit and Interspiro FFM just like in the one in the image accompanying this entry.

Deep-dive (below 10 M) diaphragms: I am switching my circle to using Reflexions latex diaphragms for dive-sex below 30 feet. That way they can have dive-sex at any depth while menstrual. They can still use a FemCap for thrust buffering if they need it when they aren’t on their periods, but Reflexions is safe for contraception and as a gas guard down to at least 130 feet. I had another three intense deep-dive encounters with a lot of cervical thrusting by Adolph at 130 feet last night and afterward the inside of the dome was free of his semen. We were both on Trimix so he’s had the heaters turned up in the well so I was comfy in just a bikini which I wore only for the ‘anticipation effect’ of giving him something to remove so he felt as though he took charge and undressed me and I felt as though I was giving in. I wear a custom made Gottex front tie dive-bikini so he can get my top off w/o removing my SCUBA set. Since Reflexions is a really stretchy latex it takes a bit more care than a silicone gas guard but as long as dive-gel is used and the dome is checked for pin holes, cracks and thin spots before each use a girl is quite safe and with proper care should last for at least a year. When Cyndi switched to Reflexions she found that because she has been so sexually active she needed one size larger than the one she got just 6 months ago, which is pretty typical.

Trimix for encounters: Adolph and I and the two dive-girls on staff all breathe Trimix so we can dive to the bottom of the well safely, so I have upgraded some of my regulators and FFMs to use exotic breathing gasses, Nitrox or Trimix. I use a single hose Ocean Reef Neptune Space Raptor (the black one) that has the standard upgrade for Nitrox and Trimix gasses because it is a very high quality mask and Adolph has made the Ocean Reef Neptune Space series of FFMs the mask of choice for diving his training well. If the Neptune Space series looks familiar to returning readers it’s because it is made by the Italian company that makes the Mestel SGE 400-3BB gasmask that my friends and I use at gasmask fetish clubs and parties. The Neptune series of FFMs is basically the SGE gasmask body with modifications for breathing compressed gasses underwater.

Adolph’s trainees breathe various gas blends depending on the profile of the dive encounter they will be having. Nitrox increases the amount of oxygen, lengthening bottom time before nitrogen loading requires surfacing, but below 90 feet it also increases the likelihood of oxygen toxicity. Lowering the oxygen content increases the maximum operating depth (MOD) and duration of the dive before which oxygen toxicity becomes a limiting factor. A mix using helium such as 19% oxygen, 30% helium and 51% nitrogen (a 19/30 mix) is used in the 30 to 60 m (100 to 200 ft) depth range to safely extend bottom time while minimizing both OT and nitrogen narcosis. We also have to use a different set of decompression tables in our computers as well. Trimix 19/30 is what Adolph’s blender has switched us to because the blend we had used for my first deep dive was a 10/70 mix that was dangerous to use at depths above 100 feet. Adolph has his own continuous blending compressor for filling Trimix storage tanks but has an expert blender come in to actually run it to check the mix and fill the tanks. Then all that has to be done is decant the gas (carefully) from a storage tank to the SCUBA tanks as needed. A helium analyzer is used to check the mix in the storage tanks and the individual scuba hp bottles. The cost of helium from Adolph’s supplier is $150 per 1,000 cu ft so that’s an additional cost for Trimix diving but helium is mandatory for safety at that depth.

Pregnancy and discipline diving: Because a girl participating in a course of dive discipline at Adolph’s may not be there entirely voluntarily and because a typical way to avoid having to dive is to get pregnant it’s inevitable that some of Adolph’s trainees will attempt to get pregnant from routine sex during disciplinary encounters. They are all supposed to be using an effective method of birth control – in addition to wearing gas guards – but human biology is a tough bitch to fool. There is only one trainee resident at Adolph’s at any given time and she takes a pregnancy test each morning. The problem isn’t that birth defects can be caused from the fetus being under intense pressure during a dive. The problem is that pregnancy could cause the student to vomit in her mask or faint during an encounter which could seriously injure or kill her. A certain number of fatalities are to be expected in training this rigorous, but for the most part the Doms who bring trainees to Adolph for subjugation expect to get them back as submissives eager to comply with their every wish not in a latex body bag, so pregnancies are bad for Adolph’s reputation. And, regardless of where the woman is in her cycle she is given a menstrual extraction before being released to return to her Dom so that he is aware his pool pussy is returning in condition to safely have dive-sex.