Counterfeit DiveGel, Spring Break pregnancies, Girl-girl dive-sex

Extreme uterine cramping


Adulterated intimate lube: Our clinic is seeing cases of severe uterine contractions and bleeding from the use of counterfeit DiveGel that has been laced with a high dose of Misoprostol (Cytotec). The counterfeit product is available on the black market because DiveGel+ (a product of Labia Labs) is only available to professional escorts working for our casinos and for training purposes for a few select student groups.

The poisoned gel is packaged in 10 ml disposable applicators that look very similar to DiveGel and it takes about 25 minutes after vaginal application for a sufficient quantity of Misoprostol to be absorbed in the woman’s bloodstream to bring on uterine cramping and bleeding. That’s just long enough time for her to lube up, put on her scuba gear and be penetrated in an underwater tryst at the bottom of a swimming pool.

The targets appear to be the several groups of collage age women freelancing now that school is ending for the summer, the weather is warm enough to use outside pools and as the interest in dive-sex continue to increase. There have been two near drowning, one 19 y/o diver drowned on the bottom of a foreclosed mansions swimming pool in her own vomit filled FFM tethered to the bottom while masturbating solo and an 18 y/o bled to death after she was pulled out of a pool in addition to the eight or so who were just sickened and managed to get to the surface safely before becoming incapacitated.

It’s not clear who is responsible for distribution of the poisoned counterfeit gel, but it certainly makes the women’s jobs more dangerous as they need to use Vaseline petroleum jelly which washes away quicker than a silicone gel and can quickly destroy both latex and silicone cervical barriers used by the girls for ‘flood insurance’.

Teens with mom’s diaphragms: As the interest in diaphragms continues to increase for reproductive tract protection during underwater sex we are beginning to see instances of teen pregnancies from ‘borrowing’ their mother’s diaphragms during Spring Break. Fortunately most of the adult’s diaphragms are too large to fit comfortably for much of that to happen, but there have been a few, with tiny moms and a large father where the mom’s D is too small for her daughter. Without being properly fitted inexperienced girls covertly wearing cervical barriers often feel so confident they forget to take their birth control pills and she conceives. If the girl is 16 or older we keep her situation private. The moms who find out are in shock when they find the spare Omniflex was in her daughter’s vagina 15 feet below the surface of a pool in Baja California during the encounter from which she got preggers. The girls who come to our clinic after finding themselves in this situation elect to have a vacuum aspiration rather than take Mifeprex because it is much faster and less likely to cause serious side effects.

Fitting barriers at The Lorelei: Adolph’s spa, The Lorelei, attracts a lot of perimenopausal and menopausal guests as well as women of reproductive age and most of them want to experience underwater sex with one of the spa’s ‘Young Gods’ available as Service Masters, though they will switch and be either Dom or Sub depending on the guests requirements. Most of the guests are European and enjoy kinky sex though not of the type that will mark their bodies since they are all socially prominent and are often seen in revealing gowns or bikinis. Most of the older women have vaginas as well toned as any twenty-something Towel-Girl at Splash and most use Pyrex glass training balls daily as part of their beauty regimen.

For the Guests with deep post-pubic vaults who are not sensitive to latex I fit them with Reflexions flat spring diaphragms which are almost impossible for a partner to under-thrust. For women with a latex allergy or a shallow post-pubic vault I fit them with FemCaps. Since I am fitting them with gas-guards for ‘flood insurance’ (to prevent having pool water forced into the uterus by the hydraulics of a partner’s thrusting if the vagina floods) they only need to keep the cervix protected during the time they are underwater (less than an hour at a time) not for the six hours that it takes to ensure sperm is dead when used for contraception. So it doesn’t matter if the fit isn’t perfect if it will stay in place comfortably for more than an hour. Women with IUDs are taught to use DiveGel in the dome of their Reflexions or FemCap to prevent the strings of the IUD sticking to the barrier and pulling the IUD out when the barrier is removed.

The Well and Bottom debris: Last week it was time for the semi-annual cleaning of the bottom of ‘The Well’, Adolph’s 200 ft. deep training facility. Since Taryn started classes at Cambridge Cyndi has been helping me clean the debris off the bottom and it’s a treat for us both diving to the bottom at 216 feet and breathing Trimix while having sex with Adolph with a pair of HP steel 130 tanks strapped to our backs. Well, the treat isn’t having sex with Adolph, he can be a bit rough and no woman friend of mine should ever dive alone with him as so many accidents seem to occur to lone female divers in Adolph’s company.

The fun part is getting to have girl-girl sex with Cyndi at that depth and to see what items have littered the bottom of the training facility since we last cleaned it. The litter on the bottom is primarily birth control devices or vaginal toys; crushed shallow-water vibrators, Pyrex dildos, training balls etc. This time the contraceptive devices littering the bottom were: ParaGard (4) and Mirena (1) IUDs, NuvaRing (3). Diaphragms: Reflexions flat spring (2), All-Flex (6), Semina coil spring (2), Milex Omniflex (8), FemCap (3) Prentif (1). Training ball sets: Glass (4) and steel (3). Menstrual protection: Instead (3), Diva Cup (1), and the FC2 condoms (7). There were also disposable counterfeit DiveGel applicators most empty, but some still full and crushed by the water pressure. That’s another way to tell if the DiveGel is counterfeit, the applicator will be crushed below 60 feet, not a depth at which many users have dive-sex.

The reason these items litter the bottom of his training facility is that Adolph surprises his partner’s by removing their protection after reaching encounter depth before having sex with them, which routinely results in at least one pregnancy every few months in the group of (mainly European) women he trains. There were no Oves Caps, but as far as I know Oves hasn’t been generally available in at least six years and I’m the only one using it. I was surprised to see someone had lost her 22 mm Prentif, there are very few women using a Prentif any more since they stopped making them years ago. The three sets of ¾” chrome steel training balls lost almost certainly means he had several of my escorts or St Lucy’s students or staff in The Well, because no one else is using ¾” training ball sets right now. I suspect it was a St Lucy’s Professor (Miss M) the only woman his age he is romantically interested in and whose repudiation for loving rough sex is common knowledge on campus

Girl-girl dive-sex sex with Cindi: The girl-girl sex came after we had gathered the debris off the bottom with hand held fish nets which sped things up considerably so we had plenty of bottom time left for sex as we had pre-positioned oxygen tanks at 30 feet to help speed decompression. We were both in thong bikinis and I took Cyndi first with her tethered to the bottom with her legs spread held in place by ankle leashes. We both inserted another 10 ml applicator of DiveGel+ as Adolph had fucked us both and we were then full of his semen rather than DiveGel. DiveGel+ contains a powerful biocidal agent, so after handling other women’s contraceptive devices (even though we had worn gloves for the bottom cleanup and afterward removed them) it was another layer of protection to minimize the possibility of getting an STI from fingering one another. Wearing twin 130 HP steel tanks the only way either of us could be approached was from the front which wasn’t a problem since getting finger-fucked doesn’t require max depth or even being fully aroused. We both wore latex flat spring diaphragms and had our nails trimmed very short so when we caressed each other’s G-spots though the protective latex membrane we wouldn’t puncture the dome. Cyndi and I had had several underwater encounters in my pool so we were familiar with each other’s bodies, knew what to expect and how to turn each other on. The cool thing for us both was the depth since Cyndi had never had sex below 200 feet before and I was the first to give her a girl-girl encounter that deep.

I pushed aside the fabric of her thong, spread her labia and inserted my first two fingers and could tell she was already aroused because her nipples were erect her clit engorged and I couldn’t feel her cervix which I can before she becomes aroused. With the pad of my muddle finger I caressed the engorged area of her G-spot through the latex membrane of her protection and watched the increase in her respiration and the tension in her body as she approached orgasm. I listened to he hiss of her demand valve as she sucked air and the roar of her bubbles as she exhaled and felt her rings of muscles surrounding her vaginal barrel began to spasm tightening around my fingers and her entire body started to quiver as she began to gasp and moan over the comm. Link. I could see the sweat running down her forehead and was grateful for the design of our FFMs that directed part of each breath against the masks lens to prevent fogging. When she came her muscles clamped down on my fingers and ground my knuckles together painfully, so I had some Idea what it must feel like for a man who his shaft buried as deep as he can planting his seed when she reaches climax and clamps down milking the last drops of semen out of him. We took five minutes after she orgasmed for her to enjoy the afterglow.

Then it was my turn. She tethered me with the ankle leashes then fingered me to orgasm. I had thought I would try not to clamp down so tight on her fingers when I came, but she is so skilled with her fingers that I was gasping, mewing, moaning and sweating and so completely involved in my own orgasm that I forgot all about trying to be gentle and I clamped down every bit as hard as she had while my mind was centered on that magic spot on my anterior vaginal wall. It had taken 35 minutes (not including the 5 minutes each to enjoy the afterglow) to get us both off and we were about 5 minutes late starting for the surface, but we spent a bit longer at 30 feet after switching to oxygen and came up only 10 minutes over the safe intervals our dive computers had calculated. It was a great dive!

Fellatio, gags, gas masks and vaginal hooks

Model with a spider gag inserted

The Photo: This is such a great image with the saliva drooling out of the models mouth! And the ‘legs’ make the gag look a lot more dangerous than it really is. Adolph and his PR shop decided that this wasn’t the look that would attract sophisticated European women to The Lorelei. There is too much fear in the woman’s eyes to project languor and eroticism which is what he is selling. I think it is an image that appeals to the male slave-master and Adolph may use it if he advertises for Splash.

Gigi and other Towel Girls at splash already wear spider gags (which are premium items) and men will die for the opportunity to ejaculate down the throat of a young TG while she has a spider gag inserted. Actually one out-of-town client nearly did that several weeks ago when a local member sponsored him at Splash as a guest. He hadn’t been taking his heart pills while he had been playing the tables. He had been winning and was at splash with his sponsor to relax and spend some money on young girls so Gigi took him behind the Red Door and he had a heart attack while he was squirting semen down her throat. He is ok since the EMT techs on duty stabilized him and got him to the hospital very quickly. His wife was told that he was excited about winning at the tables. Gigi gave him the spider gag she was wearing as a souvenir.

Jack on ring gags and fellatio: “The ring gag shown will hardly accommodate most cocks (too small) and likely not feel especially good to those cocks passing through it. The concept is cute though... forcing the mouth open so that it must accept a cock. If the jaw cannot move and the lips can't suck, and play with the cock the experience is more a psychological one of using a mouth for a receptacle. Oral sex is often preferred because (wo)men have more skill and options of providing sensations with their mouths than their vaginas or anuses. Not all receptacles are created equally! Of course there is the tongue - vaginas, anuses and receptacles don't have articulating tongues. I doubt whether ring gag oral sex is actually practiced much. I think not. It makes for sexy photos. Like so much of fetish... sex is driven by fantasies which hardly match reality”.

My reply: Actually, there are different size gags. The size of the gag in the photo [For my entry of April 7, 2011 entitled The Spa at The Lorelei and Hoods] – like baby bear’s porridge - is just right for the couple using it. It’s wrapped with silicone tape and is used with a flavored water soluble lube so while it may appear snug for a well endowed stallion there are larger ones available. The model could have been posed with a much larger gag inserted, but keep in mind that pool of potential guests Adolph is targeting expect relative comfort at The Lorelei so an advert showing a model posed with a very large BDSM Ring Gag inserted just isn’t good PR. The idea is to sell prospective guests on kinkily erotic sex w/o too much discomfort involved. Of course guests may bring their own or specify a particular device if they wish.

Guests who are first time gag users are taught to caress their partner’s frenulum with their tongues so that their partners don’t have to do much, or any, thrusting and they can get him to ejaculate very quickly or make an individual encounter last as long as they want. This is particularly effective when a guest who adores the taste and the feel of semen sliding down her throat orders half a dozen or a dozen fellatio partners to be taken consecutively. She can specify the men’s diets so their semen tastes of alcohol or red meat or sweet by having a fellatio stallion eat pineapple, or, on a perverse note, some women even like a fellatio partner to eat asparagus before their fluid exchange.

Gas Masks and pussy hooks: I suppose it’s the ease of obtaining gasmasks and pussy hooks (with those a fetishist can make his own) as well as rubber and BDSM fetishists wanting to learn how my circle use them that make the terms ‘gas mask’ and ‘vaginal hook’ or ‘pussy hook’ fave searches of my blog. Both Gas masks and vaginal hooks are relatively inexpensive and almost entirely male fetishes though their submissives or girlfriends are the ones who are frequently injured while wearing them. Gas masks at least have a protective function if used as intended for breathing in a hostile atmospheric environment.

Gas mask fatalities (at least around here) seem to occur primarily among a few bi-polar male fetishists who off themselves when manic during a solo breathplay encounter while wearing a gasmask fitted with a rebreather bag. Then, it’s probably while trying to set a personal best for length of time with the rebreather bag valve closed. The guy will have been drinking and pass out and vomit in his mask and drown in his own vomit or become unable to open the valve from lack of oxygen and suffocate from carbon dioxide poisoning. More instances of lack of attention to detail in not planning an effective escape strategy in case something goes wrong.

Vaginal hooks on the other hand, have no redeeming social value whatever! They are diabolically misogynistic and masochistic devices used only to terrify or torture women with the thought of damage to their reproductive tracts and other organs in their pelvic area. However, for some few masochistic submissives being led around by a leash attached to a pussy hook can be thrilling. The hook is equipped with an anti-expulsion ridge that fits behind her pubic bone so the woman can’t remove the hook and needs no harness or belt to hold it in place. The anti-expulsion ridge is expanded with a key to lock the hook behind the woman’s pubic bone and it will require the key to remove it. For a woman in the right mental state that sort of situation and possible danger can be a huge turn-on. I think it’s more the fantasy of what could happen if her Dom yanked brutally on the hook than the fact of it actually ever happening. And that is the most benign use of a pussy hook! Another use is in a bondage situation where the woman is tied up with rope running through the attachment ring at the end of the shaft so that any movement on her part forces the hook deeper into her vagina.

Diabolique: I think the most diabolical use of the pussy hook is when the hook is fully inserted and the woman is hung from it. For a sociopathic sadist - returning readers know who I mean - tying a woman up, inserting a hook in her vagina and attaching it to a motorized winch on a rolling frame like auto mechanics use to lift engines out of cars is great fun. When she is lifted off the floor suspended by the hook behind her pelvis the weight of her body causes her to hang horizontally so the hook tears through her anterior vaginal wall, puncturing her bladder and often her uterus. Her entire weight is placed on her pubic symphysis which for a woman weighing 100 pounds or more is enough to pull her pelvis apart. If she doesn’t faint immediately the time it takes for her pelvis to tear apart is accelerated by her writhing in pain. When the pubic symphysis is pulled apart the surrounding soft tissue tears and she drops to the floor gravely injured and sometimes leaving parts of her bladder and uterus on the hook. She will bleed to death in minutes if one of the arteries supplying her uterus is torn.

Underwater bondage sex

Ring-gagged and astride a bondage diver’s cervix is rammed

Underwater bondage video shoot: One of Taryn’s adult media video crews was back on site for an underwater bondage shoot. They used one of my training pools because for this shoot the girls were fitted with ring-gags which are especially tricky to wear during dive sex, so shallow water is something of a safety precaution. The actresses have to be expert at breath control under adverse and often painful conditions. There is a whole crew of support personnel surrounding the actors so the gagged woman can take air from a nozzle on a special regulator that is inserted in her mouth and the purge button depressed to empty her mouth of water and fill it with air for a breath. At no time is the ring-gagged girl in danger, as long as things go well. But sometimes the unexpected happens and a girl, who is astride her partner and supposed to be controlling the direction and depth of her partner’s thrusts, gets adventuresome or makes a mistake and comes down hard ramming the tip of her cervix on the head of his penis. Having your cervix rammed can be unbelievably painful even when you usually enjoy it as I do. And getting your cervix rammed unexpectedly can be terrifying while diving while wearing regular SCUBA gear because for some women the pain is so intense that they vomit. So imagine how risky dive-sex is with a ring-gag inserted when absolute breath control is a matter of life or death.

My cycle status: I’m CD2 today and wearing my Reflexions latex diaphragm for residual flow control (I had my usual menstrual extraction yesterday) and as a gas guard for cervical protection because Jacques and I both want dive-sex later on today. I should have an Oves sucking on my cervix again by tomorrow.

100% Oxygen and Nitrogen purging: In order to increase my bottom time I’m using a rubber oxygen mask and corrugated hose connected to a small tank in a backpack when I’m on the surface and not dancing or teaching classes. Breathing 100% oxygen speeds the purging of nitrogen in the body accumulated from breathing compressed gasses while diving. Since nitrogen loading is one of the main limitations to bottom time, and one that can be minimized to a degree, I’m taking all the precautions I can to safely extend the interval I can stay submerged for sexual encounters.

None of my partners are particularly interested in prolonged use of 100% oxygen (they do use it for nitrogen purging during deco stops and after dives so they can dive again in 12 hours) and since men are physically constrained by their ejaculatory limitations that isn’t a problem for me since I use serial partners from my personal stable of stallions if I’m feeling especially needy.

Adolph and the World Cup: Adolph is extremely excited since Germany defeated Argentina 4 to 0 today. He has declared the 7th a ‘holiday’ when Germany is scheduled to play their next game. Their opponent will be Spain. My circle and I are all invited to Schloss Lorelei, Adolph’s estate in the hills outside LV, to watch the game and party. His castle is named for a Rhine water sprite, a German Mythological Siren first written about in 1800 by Klemens Brentano, who wrote about her in "Lore Lay"

“Lorelei can be described as a water fairy, a water sprite or water spirit. A Rhine Maiden. Stunningly beautiful and sitting atop "The Rock of the Loreley" near St. Goarshausen, a small town by the Rhine River in Germany, she combs her beautiful golden hair and sings out to despairing sailors traveling the Rhine so that they may follow her seductive song into more dangerous and rocky areas closer to the Rhine shore and drown. Supposedly many a sailor has succumbed to the whims of Lorelei, who in her grief at having lost the love of her life to the Rhine River, sings out to other sailors so that they may also be drawn to their own deaths. Lorelei is the German counterpart to the Sirens in Greek mythology tempting men to their doom.”

The incumbent Lorelei of Schloss Lorelei: Adolph has begun to use his Pool –Assistant (he is on his 4th one now) as an IRL Lorelei seducing male lovers into the depths of the training well to dive much deeper than the gas they are breathing can safely be used with the usual fatal results. Abigail (Abi) the gorgeous 24 y/o German is the current Lorelei. She has auburn hair, is strong, smart and an expert swimmer/diver who was a soloist with the Frankfurt Ballet. She was hired to teach an underwater bondage course at Splash and has moved up to be a very important part of Adolph’s life as his main squeeze and latex arm-candy.

One Lorelei scenario is for her to descend deeper and deeper just out of reach of her victim until he goes into nitrogen narcosis. It can be a bit dangerous for the woman if her narked lover tries to remove her SCUBA, but typically he removes his own mask, reg or FFM and drowns. Another encounter scenario and one that Adolph especially enjoys watching is when the Lorelei lets the man catch her before they are deep enough for him to be narced and lets him penetrate her. Then as he is thrusting into her she wraps her legs around him locking them together and releases gas from her BCD to draw him further into the depths. The Lorelei’s timing is crucial here as the idea is to let him shoot his wad before he is so narked he drowns himself.

An occasional man: It’s an infrequent and very special occasion when the Lorelei’s seductive talents are required. There is nothing wrong with a 22 bullet in the back of the head, but if a person has a thing for watching snuff IRL then watching a drowning during dive-sex is right up there among the top three. Adolph has used it when there was no hope of collecting a very large debt. There was a European porn distributor who had no family that could be used as hostages or tortured as leverage. The outcome wasn’t satisfactory in the sense that he didn’t get his money, but he found it extremely arousing to watch him drown during dive-sex. The first time Adolph watched a man drown that way was when a man who owed one of the local families’ money couldn’t pay and was invited to a “come-to Jesus” meeting to discuss his situation at Adolph’s. This was before Adolph decided to include Lorelei duties in the job description of his P-A and I was the only woman there along with the heads of the local families so I went into the pool with the guy.

Suspending disbelief: When he was offered dive-sex he had a difficult time believing the Family wanted him relaxed for their discussion and was cautious at first, but they knew that dive-sex was one of his fantasies and he would quickly suspend disbelief. It never occurred to him that the guys he owed were big into snuff encounters. As we went deeper and he inserted his fingers inside me he mistook the dive-gel for my being aroused and thought I wanted him as much as he wanted me, which made things much easier because it put his brain right where I wanted it, being controlled by the nerves in tip of his penis. I helped him insert himself and wrapped my legs around his hips as we sank deeper. Below 90 feet he was so narked he removed his regulator and tried to breathe the pool while still thrusting into me. He did get off just as he stopped breathing and I held him close at 130 feet for a few minutes. He was wearing a cock ring and was still rock hard inside me so I masturbated on his shaft and had my own pleasure as I ascended with his body. It was explained as just another unfortunate diving accident – he went too deep and alone - and one of a long string that have occurred at Adolph’s training facility.

A reader asks: “Jill, I do not know why it comes to my mind in this second but long time no hear about your micro-bladed heels and your fight-training. Are you still competing?”

In reply to his question I wrote: “I fight only occasionally, in the senior division and for charity benefits in the fetish community. I do stay in shape for fighting as I wear Gepetto’s lightly armored Pleasure Boots – a really comfy pair of ballet-boots with interchangeable micro blade heels - when I’m on duty at the casino. I’ll answer your question more fully in a post where I can go into some detail.”

The rest of the story is that I enjoy wearing Pleasure Boots and wearing them is useful when I’m on duty in the casino as they give me an additional eight inches of height (I’m 6’0” in Pleasure Boots) and with sheer black tights, a Penetrator plug inserted, leather mini, black leather compression sports top and a riding crop I tend to look like a Domme so most people (even when they’re upset) get out of my way when I’m nor smiling. That look is helpful in mediating disagreements between leather or rubber-chicks in ballet boots. If reason doesn’t prevail I hit the Inman heel guard release pads on the inside of the heels and the ping and clatter as the blade guards are thrown off may be enough to calm things down if the women have watched knife-pointe fighting or have trained in K-P fighting boots themselves so they realize my blades have been unsheathed. If they or they or their Doms are just into the S&M of plain vanilla ballet boots or are still screaming at each other they may not realize what that means or be so enraged they don’t care and won’t stop so I shout “bare blades”. If they are still going at it at that point I step into the personal space of the most aggressive one and ram the 8 inch micro blade of my heel into throat of one of her boots and slit her laces. Even with ankle stabilization that will make the boot so loose the wearer will lose control of their balance and start to totter which brings their arguing to a halt. If the argument is between fighters wearing K-P fighting boots (which we screen for and are not supposed to allow in the casino) then the confrontation is on a professional level and could have a more serious outcome if the guest/patron doesn’t back off.