Tying up lose threads

Victoria’s Secret Model Doutzen Kroes Pregnant! Oops?


Plastic surgeon dies in car accident: In my entry for August 7, 2010 entitled Therapy with Mack the Knife I wrote about some of my therapy sessions under the knife with a reconstructive surgeon who liked to cut rubber suits off his female partners. He missed two therapy sessions with me so I called his psychiatrist (who I was assisting on his case) to find out where the patient was. The shrink had been on vacation in Europe for three weeks and apologized that no one on his staff knew that I was assisting so didn’t know to tell me that the patient had driven off the road and over a cliff and was killed several weeks ago. I guess that explains why he missed our appointments. In the few times we were together he must have cut at least $6,000 worth of Sailfish wetsuits off me. It was a form of foreplay for him and he was amazing in bed after he cut me out of a Sailfish. Sigh!

I still have three new Sailfish wetsuits that we never got to use. Three weren’t enough for a single afternoon of therapy so I was looking forward to him taking me shopping for sailfish again. It wasn’t as though we didn’t know what size I took. It was the thrill of him groping me in public as he ‘helped’ me into and out of the wonderfully tight German neoprene that we both enjoyed. The looks on the shop assistants faces were priceless as they watched us in the wall mirrors – and one was even filming our reflection in the mirrors with her smart phone - as he inserted two fingers inside me and nearly made me come while supposedly adjusting my crotch. And we did that for every suit and bought at least six each time we went shopping. I think their sales increased by 5% in the few weeks we shopped there. I’m expecting an attempt at blackmail from the girl with the phone-cam because while all the wetsuits were paid for with a corporate CC they were shipped to me so she knows my name and where I live. If she had known who he was the pics would have probably ended up in a tabloid, since I think they are probably too explicit for People Magazine.

Natasha’s eggs: In my entry for July 11, 2010 I mentioned the possibility of harvesting my Russian dancer’s eggs to pay off her gambling debts which I bought to get her to dance for me here in Vegas. I thought we had moved closer to making that happen by having her DNA tested for suitability. No problem I thought since she is a gorgeous woman. How wrong I was! It has taken weeks to have her DNA tested for mutant genes that cause breast cancer, autism, MS and a long list of genetic defects that can, but not always do, appear in carriers. Sadly Natasha’s eggs are not of harvesting quality. Actually, if I were her, I would have my tubes blocked to make certain I had no children. So at this point I’m looking for other ways to make my money back with her. She is still a powerful draw on stage as her erotic classical ballet performances are hugely popular with the high rollers especially the Asians - who fantasize about having gorgeous round eyed Russian ballet dancers as mistresses - go wild at the tables just to get a seat in the auditorium. Perhaps that’s enough. At the current rate I will have my money back in about four months anyway. I was just hoping to speed things up a bit.

Ginny and rubber lust: The 19 y/o Who came out for the St Lucy’s Ballet SI (in June and early July) and who developed rubber lust and stayed the rest of the summer has returned to college on the east coast. I was amazed that her father was as accommodating with her desires as he was, but that made things easier for me. Returning readers will remember I found her a gig as Adolph’s Pool Assistant and latex arm-candy while Abi was recovering from a YI – see my post for July 10, 2010 – and God knows that broadened Ginny’s sexual experiences and her circle of rubber fetish friends immensely! She wanted to stay and transfer to UNLV, but Abi has fully recovered and is back as Adolph’s number one girl and Ginny’s father wanted her back in school on the east coast so she left last week.

As a going-away present she was cluster-fucked by Adolph and four of his closest German friends. It took them three hours to finish with her and I don’t think she could have enjoyed anything more! It will be an encounter she will remember fondly all her life! Actually she finished them. The men were exhausted and even with performance enhancing chemicals they couldn’t mount her any more. She told me later that she was determined to out last her lovers and she did! She could hardly walk the next day and is on 800 mg of ibuprofen every six hours for the next few days until her muscles stop cramping. I upgraded her ticket to first class and she wore a pad since she will be draining German sperm for days. She has amazing pelvic stamina for a 19 y/o and wants to come back next summer. All her lovers had been screened and were free of STIs and fortunately at my insistence she had a GyneFix implanted so she should be quite safe. If she still wants to work in Vegas next summer I’m sure I can find her something she will like and be good at.

Going away to school

Confident in a Balanchine body

Taryn’s friends and confidence: Most of the girls in Taryn’s class will be going off to college this fall as will Taryn. In preparation they have all come by the clinic for a fit check of their gas guards and to get a spare as backup in case something happens to their primary diaphragm. I’m fitting them with Reflexions latex flat spring rim diaphragms for flow control, menstrual sex and most importantly upper reproductive tract protection during dive-sex. Returning readers know that while a latex diaphragm won’t last as long (typically about 18 months) as a silicone one the flat spring rim – which is only available in latex – is the only diaphragm that is effective for deep dive-sex, below 30 feet. Two of the women needed a larger size, just one size, an additional 5 mm up, to 70mm, and they all got two twenty-four tube packs of prefilled applicators of dive-gel. I think the girls are all looking forward not only to the intellectual challenge of college, but to new sexual partners as well.

Penetrator Plugs: In my January 22, 2010 entry entitled Training plugs I cover the uses of vaginal plugs for electro-stimulation. And I’ve mentioned from time to time how useful Penetrator plugs are for giving a woman confidence that her groin is protected when worn in a room full of men with groping hands while appearing to wear nothing under her thong. This is particularly important for students starting a new school where she has no support system. All the graduating St Lucy’s girls had their Penetrators checked for correct fit and wear and a few needed larger ones or the discoloration was so severe a new clean one was appropriate.

When I recommended Ginny to fill in for Abi until her YI clears up I had her measured for a Penetrator and she came away from the fitting visit wearing a students temporary plug with which she could practice until her bespoke Penetrator could be made by Gepettos custom shop. I went with her one morning last week to get the custom made one and have it inserted to make certain that it fit exactly and that she could insert and remove it easily. It was a good thing she had been practicing with the student plug as the vacuum fit of the custom one still took a bit of trial and error before she learned to break the seal so she could get it out. She has the new version that allows urination w/o having to remove the plug which is a huge improvement over the original design.

Teen confidence building: As confident as Taryn is I thought her friends were probably as outgoing, sophisticated and confident as she is, and most of them are, but there is one who Taryn thought needed an added boost so I suggested a brief series of sensual encounters to boost her confidence in the power she can have over men with her exquisite body. Her name is Anne and she had been in my advanced sexual techniques class, but I don’t think she had practiced any of the skills I taught. She did not select anyone from the choices of screened male partners offered for stress relief and now has come to regret not participating. Her family lives in Vegas and she is going East to attend SAB. She just finished their SI and came back to see her family and pack and has been telling Taryn about all the terrific men at SAB. I hope that isn’t an indication that she is losing focus on her ballet training now that she needs all her artistic skills to compete with other SAB students. Taryn says she needs to polish her bedroom skills as drama training and I agree. Seductive movement used in the bedroom can be used equally effectively on stage. To entice a partner to new heights of technique as he loses himself in showing off his ability for a woman who has made herself supremely desirable to spur him to new heights of ardor in his quest to possess her is the height of drama which can leave an audience spellbound. If applied with the wrong man or in the wrong ballet that sort of vamping can be a disaster, but with subtly and in the right roles it can cause an audience to sweat with desire almost as much as the dancers performing the steps.

And so it was that when Anne became fertile this cycle she came to me for a brief immersion course in seduction and confidence training. It was two days of in-your-face mixing with heterosexual male dancers. An accidental hand on the thigh, buttock or the back of his neck, or, brushing his crotch with her dance bag as they chat before class is the sort of thing male fantasies are built on and she led them on to wanting her. Letting a partner see her putting up her hair and adjusting the sheer mesh ‘invisible’ dance bra she wore. It didn’t take much to let the men I paired her with know that she was not only interested in perfecting her ballet technique, but also the deepest form of intimate partnering. Fortunately she has a GyneFix IUD implanted and so there was no real concern about the possibility of her becoming pregnant from the encounters.

And she got a valuable refresher on the technique for inserting and removing her Reflexions gas guard for dive-sex which she found she enjoyed a lot more this time than when she first had dive-sex as part of her advanced sexual techniques class. She says she loves the feel of her partner thrusting into the stretchy rubber dome of her GG and knowing her upper reproductive tract is safe from harm from sex underwater. Each day after a full day of technique encounters she thanked me for the opportunity to practice the skills she knew she could use with male partners during a performance to take her artistry to new heights.

Pussy whipped by latex vixens

Pussy Whipped

Discipline and humiliation: Anya, Beth and I have been holding a discipline short course at Adolph’s. Abi is still recovering from a severe yeast infection and her stand-in, Ginny, while lovely, is still a student and has no experience other than being TP-Arm-candy. Adolph had a German industrialist friend, whose company makes pharmaceuticals, as his guest for a few days when he came to Vegas for a convention. Since the gorgeous blue-eyed, blond Aryan is rich and single women throw themselves at him even though he is known as an international swordsman. So Adolph wanted to make sure he had a true Las Vegas experience that he wouldn’t forget; meaning pleasure of course, not the ever present danger of injury or STIs which when playing hard in Vegas is always a possibility.

What few know however is that the Aryan has a discipline fetish that is kinked toward whips and restraints. He first experienced that sort of humiliation as a child at a German boarding school for troublesome boys and over the years found that he developed a taste for it. As an adult his needs have changed little except that his discipline and humiliation sessions must be at the hands of gorgeous rubber encased vixens. So Adolph asked for my help to provide his guest a memorable experience including both sexual intercourse (“He needs his brains fucked out.” is the way Adolph phrased it) and discipline. I insisted that the guest (who is in his 40s) have a complete physical exam first as the sort of discipline he was said to enjoy is very strenuous and I didn’t want to try to explain his injury or death to his parents or board of directors.

The girls and I had dinner at Adolph’s with our German trainee the evening before his discipline started and after dinner we showed him the whips, riding crops for close-in work, we would use and how to get into the leather helmet, lash-cape, ball-gag and armored genital cup. He was not pleased to find he would be wearing a cup but for my discipline sessions it’s mandatory. That’s so that if a stroke goes astray we wouldn’t accidentally sterilize or possibly castrate him. Anya and I are very good at placing the whip’s stinger exactly where we intend, but there is always a first time so genital protection is standard in our D&H training courses. A lash-cape is optional if the client doesn’t mind having his back and buttocks shredded, but since the guest was expected to chair meetings of his companies in Europe in the next few days a cape was necessary. Wearing the cape provides similar protection from a whip as being beaten with a section of rubber hose in that the skin is badly bruised but no bones or skin is broken so he can wear an opaque shirt and won’t bleed through, if he is on enough analgesics to be able to stand the pain.

The lesson: The next morning while Anya, Beth, Abi, Ginny and I had a full breakfast Adolph and Hans (our trainee) had toast and grapefruit juice. Then the girls took a ballet class in Adolph’s small studio while Adolph and Hans watched. The men were particular interested in our use of repeated splits and how our Penetrator plugs fit when we were in 180° splits and développés. After our class I asked Hans if he would rather have sex before or after his whipping and he said before. It was a wise choice as he could use the pleasure he just had to deflect his mind from the pain as his back is being severely bruised by the lashes. We had talked about the use of chemical enhancers during supper the previous evening and Hans wanted no part of taking Viagra or Cialis. From a man’s standpoint I think that’s understandable, because using a performance enhancer could be interpreted as not being confident in his masculinity.

Viagra absorption: However, my experience has been that what I do to a man while he is inside me to mitigate the beating I’m going to give him immediately afterward requires him to have taken an enhancer to help him get through the sexual encounter. So I had arranged for Hans to have a 50 mg Viagra tablet crushed to powder and stirred into his glass of ice-cold grapefruit juice and it went down undetected. Grapefruit juice has the effect of increasing the absorption of Viagra by about 23% and delaying the onset of effectiveness from an hour to an hour and a half so with the grapefruit juice he had the equivalent of 75 mg of Viagra. I didn’t want him on a higher dose as that is more likely to cause side effects like temporary blindness or deafness. By the time the men had watched our ballet class and then watched Beth help Anya and me dress in our black latex body condoms, hood, gloves, and latex ballet boots. About two hours had passed so that Hans was primed with the Sildenafil citrate well metabolized in his body.

Hans wanted to see, feel and watch Anya and I insert the fabled gas guards that Adolph had been telling him about so we opened our crotch zippers and I let him hold (in a latex gloved hand) the Reflexions latex diaphragm I use as a deep-dive gas guard and stretch the dome with his fingers so he would know what he was feeling with his glans if he managed to thrust deeply into the dome. After the show-and-tell Anya and I inserted our GGs and I let Hans (still gloved) insert two fingers inside me to feel that the dome was covering my cervix and the anterior rim was in my pubic notch.

Penetration: Then he took me bareback and he was a surprisingly gentle lover. We started out in missionary and after I guided him inside me I let him do most of the work knowing that at the end I would have to get him off almost by myself. He was large enough that he could reach my cervix just kissing its tip with his through the latex membrane of my gas guard as he thrust as deep inside me as he could get. He was wonderfully thick so that even with my vaginal muscles relaxed I was seriously tight and when he gave me a nearly heart-stopping G-spot orgasm my vaginal contractions took him with me into ecstasy.

While he recycled quickly he sucked at my nipples. I hadn’t pumped my breasts because I knew he would have a chance to nurse and I wanted to surprise him with a full milk supply. He was ecstatic saying he loved fresh breast milk and that it was almost impossible to find because there were so few courtesans who could provide it. We had another four encounters with his long confident strokes as he took us both to orgasm after orgasm. Then as he was tiring we exchanged places and I sat astride his hips and ripple-gripped him for his last three orgasms. He was moaning and dripping sweat, but his shaft was still as hard as iron. However, his breathing was becoming labored and after the third ripple-grip orgasm I could feel a different texture and a metallic scent in the fluid that was draining out of me. I looked down to find one of us was bleeding.

I climbed off him and cleaned him up with some baby wipes and Kegeled his semen out of me several times and found he was the one who was bleeding with the blood coming from his urethra. I had had that happen before where my partner was under such a strain from a continuous interval of sexual activity with a series of intense orgasms that capillaries burst and there was blood mixed with his semen. It’s nothing serious that rest and a course of antibiotics won’t cure but for a guy to be peeing blood can be a bit frightening. He was cool with it and I had given him 800 mg of Ibuprofen to buffer his whipping so he didn’t even feel the burning when he peed.

The lashing: His whipping was almost anticlimactic. We got him into his leather hood, genital cup and lash-cape and fitted the ball-gag into his mouth and tightened the harness to prevent him expelling it. The ball-gag was as much for his protection - to prevent him biting off his tongue or through his cheeks while he was being whipped - as it was to muffle his screams. His wrists were zip-tied (over leather gloves) to the barre in Adolph’s ballet studio where he faced the mirrors so he could watch us whipping him. Anya and I took turns wielding the crop while Ginny and Adolph watched. Ginny may have a taste for lashing men as she didn’t seem at all squeamish. I’ll have to ask her about that. Perhaps it’s something she would like to be trained to do. We gave him 100 lashes and he took them extremely well going to his knees only as the 93rd stroke landed on his back. Afterward we cut him loose and Anya, Ginny, Adolph and I helped him out of his equipment and I went into the shower with him to make sure he didn’t collapse. Then we put him to bed. He slept for an entire day waking extremely sore but smiling. He was no longer peeing blood and Adolph had his doctor check him thoroughly and determine that he was fit to travel before letting Adolph take him to McCarran to board his Learjet for the trip home.

Natasha’s decision

The beauty of a hyper extended knee en pointe

Natasha's Menstrual Extraction: I went with Natasha, my Russian guest artist, to have her menstrual extraction Saturday morning, 07-10-2010. It was a no-brainer really. I knew she was going to terminate, she just had to sort through the options on her own. I held her hand through the procedure and it went well. I changed my mind about having her get a GyneFix implant just yet because I have an idea about how I am going to get my money back from her Monte Carlo gambling debts I paid off to get her to come to Vegas and make a sizable profit on the deal. She didn’t want to look at the vacuum jar containing her uterine lining and the fetus that was being sucked out. She was a bit emotional at the end, though it wasn’t because she was having second thoughts, or at least that’s what she said. She was given a ten-day regimen of Ciprofloxacin and told that if she wore her Reflexions gas guard it was safe to have penetrative sex if she felt like it. She is still emotional and doesn’t feel like having sex and was concerned about Freddy, wondering “who will take care of Frederick’s needs” while she was unavailable. She was looking at me as though expecting me to help in that regard and finally came out and asked me to take him into my bed to keep him away from other women and told me he was an amazing sex partner. Can you believe that? She’s in denial about his needs. I could have told her that no single woman is enough for Freddy’s ego, he is a natural cunt hunter, but she was too vulnerable emotionally for me to lay that on her then.

Apparently Freddy hadn’t told her I’d taken him out for a test drive to see how he handled at speed and how much torque there was on his drive-shaft. And, I didn’t tell her that Freddy had already approached me about an interim sexual arrangement while she is recovering. The timing is prefect from my perspective since Jacques is away in Austria impregnating a 30 y/o Austrian Countess who is having trouble conceiving because her 75 y/o husband is shooting blanks. I’m betting it’s his money and the ancestral book and painting collections she is after. Although, for that she wouldn’t have to have a child, she could just fuck him into a coronary and have him die in the saddle.

So I’ll be fucking Freddy while Jacques is away planting seed and Natasha is recovering. She is perfectly fine as a dancer and they are magnificent together in the pas de deux from Manon where she has to project unrelenting despair in her dancing. It’s just that the abortion has put her off sex. Only temporarily I hope because I need that sexual tension between them to get their best performances in the happier roles. Freddy in my bed is a great arrangement for now since his HIV and HSV tests came back negative so all I need to worry about is pregnancy which with me wearing Oves is very unlikely. That’s even though I’m CD10 today and fertile for the next four days so I’m sexually aggressive and need a good hard experienced lover with plenty of stamina.

Egg harvesting: To get my money back from Natasha’s gambling debts I’ve decided to harvest her eggs and sell them to fertility clinics. There are smart beautiful college girls who pay for their college education and setting themselves up in business afterward by selling their eggs for amazing sums to couples who want to try and design their babies. It’s a sellers market so I should be able to get $75,000 to $125,000 USD for one and I plan to get at least eight. I’ll not keep all the money for myself. One third will go to Natasha and I’m sure she will agree or I will tell her parents about her abortion. In the nicest possible way of course with a video of her on the table with her beautiful legs spread and her feet in the stirrups and the collection jar and its contents easily seen as the vacuum sprays bits of her endometrium the fetus against the sides of the container.

Adolph and the World Cup: Germany defeated Uruguay 3-2 for third place finish in the World Cup so Adolph had to settle for that and I think he took out his frustration on Ginny during dive-sex, riding her hard and shutting off her air while they were thirty feet below the surface as he brought her to orgasm and then finished inside her. When they surfaced she seemed to have enjoyed the experience and told me how much more intense her G-spot orgasm was when she couldn’t breathe. So I think I was right leaving her to Adolph’s tender mercies. Even though Ginny isn’t German Adolph is treating her well (by his standards) and they have been seen in several good restaurants together with her wearing Abi’s latex encasement suits as though they were custom made for her.

Rubber Lust and gas guards

The Reflexions deep-dive latex gas guard

Our Ballet SI and Ginny’s new gig: I had hoped it wouldn’t happen, but one of our SI students has come down with case of rubber lust. Rubber Lust is the name given to a strong psychological attachment to latex, especially fetishwear, and my psychiatrist says it occurs primarily in men. Only 3% of the cases are women and they seem to be more profoundly affected than men.

The SI ended Friday (07/09/2010) with most of the students going home, but Ginny, the 19 y/o student with rubber lust, will be staying in town for a week or so and she said she intended to hit as many of the latex fetish clubs as possible. Her uncle is her closest relative and he has given permission for her to stay on. At 19 she is legal as far as consent is concerned and has her own money so she’s (at least theoretically) on her own. Having introduced her to Reflexions latex diaphragms used as gas guards during deep dive sex at SI training I felt a certain responsibility for her safety. I’ve found a place she can stay where my friends can keep her entertained and not roaming around town unescorted where she could be grabbed.

Abi, Adolph’s Pool-Assistant and latex arm-candy is unable to be sexually active for the next week or so while she is being treated for a major vaginal yeast infection caused by the change in ph when Adolph filled her vagina with chocolate syrup and sucked it out of her during a Hershey’s cunnilingus encounter. He is in need of a temp to replace Abi and Ginny seemed an ideal choice because she isn’t afraid to try anything. She was a good student at the SI and her rubber lust and gamy latex gas guard made her an excellent candidate for Adolph’s vacancy. They should get along well since he is deep into rubber lust and is a connoisseur of ripe latex gas guards. Ginny should be safe enough since I know where she is and who she is with and Adolph has agreed to treat her ‘gently’. With Adolph ‘gently’ covers a range of intensities, but I think she will be far safer and learn a lot more about the fetish community and it’s appetites from staying a week with Adolph than roaming alone around Vegas where I don’t think she would last a day before someone took her.

Rubber Lust as a disorder: The most benign occurrences of rubber lust in women are typically manifested by a strong attachment to their rubber contraceptive diaphragms or cervical caps. We are seeing a major and sustained increase in cases of female rubber lust which I think is because of the growing importance of dive-sex in recreational opportunities for young singles and the need for effective protection from infection and embolisms during underwater penetration. The fact that continuous wearing of a gag guard is becoming the most popular wearing regimen has just magnified the increase. With continuous wearing – which is what I do with my Oves - a woman is far less likely to be caught unprepared so she can immediately take advantage of any opportunity and underwater sex can be far more spontaneous.

I am among the women with an advanced case of rubber lust, but it hasn’t reached the point of being a disorder for me. For it to be a disorder that would mean it impairs my functioning in the business world and in my social life. Actually, I see my rubber lust as enhancing my desirability in the fetish community and in certain key business circles. Returning readers will remember my love for wearing latex and my finding that the Reflexions latex diaphragm with its flat spring rim is effective as a gas guard down to at least 130 feet. Since then Adolph and I have tested Reflexions seven times at a depth of two hundred and five feet, just off the bottom of his training facility, and the rim doesn’t distort or leak which I’m very pleased about. I was confident that if it worked well at 130 feet it would still be effective at 200 feet, but it’s always good to have assumptions confirmed. That took a bit of preparation with spare sets of twin 130 HP tanks on the bottom for breathing Trimix19/30 and 100% oxygen pre-positioned for the last deco stop on our ascent. I don’t think many women will be trying dive-sex at 130 feet much less 200, because there are so few heated training facilities that deep and the low temperature of open water at those depths has the effect of decreasing a male partner’s ability to perform. Still I’m pleased that I can offer women training at Adolph’s facility an effective way to protect their upper reproductive tracts during a deep-dive-sex encounter.

Latex Vs silicone Gas Guards: Another nice thing about Reflexions is that is made of natural rubber latex. Although that means it can be harmed by oily meds and lubricants, will discolor more quickly and won’t last as long as a silicone gas guard (one year vs. two) it is the only flat spring rim diaphragm made and a flat spring is the only style that is safe to use at water depths below 33 feet, or 10 meters. The good thing about a latex gas guard is that the dome is stretchier than silicone and latex has much better heat transfer characteristics so it’s a more springy natural feeling when a partner thrusts into the dome. And very experienced male partners prefer latex gas guards for those reasons as well.

Rubber lust and ripe latex gas guards: Another characteristic of latex gas guards is that they are far more likely to develop a strong musky latex odor after being worn continuously for a day or two. For women interested only in the contraceptive effectiveness of a diaphragm an odor can be a major distraction. The odor can be gotten rid of by soaking the D in a 50/50 vinegar/water solution for 20 minutes and reoccurrences minimized by applying a few drops of liquid chlorophyll in the dome before insertion. The odor develops because the latex is porous to a slight degree and acidic vaginal fluids penetrate the surface and interact with the rubber strengthening the natural musk of the vagina and the scent of latex.

The musky latex scent of a ripe natural rubber gas guard is highly prized by any male in rubber lust. It’s rather like the bouquet of Roquefort cheese to a epicure. For women in rubber lust relationships they will switch from a clean Reflexions to one already pre-ripened with a strong musky/latex scent when they are to meet their rubber lust partners. The scent and discoloration of the latex dome has no effect on the safety and effectiveness of the barrier.