My 2013 Thanksgiving rape fantasies

Festive pink lace party thong

The photo: Microfiber lined for comfort and with a pocket for a disposable absorbent pad the lace party thong gives hours of comfort and protection during times when a girl is sexually active while on her feet. Even after Kegeling out most of a partner’s ejaculate, when it liquefies there will still be residual discharge that will be absorbed by the pad. And the pads can be used as party favors since some partners enjoy sucking on a used pad moist with his lover’s vaginal discharge. All the girls had all gone to Body Buffers several days before for a complete body wax except for scalp hair and eyebrows so our mons pubes  could be gripped comfortably by the stretchy panty and latex catsuit and not catch on bush stubble. Having satin smooth pubs for a partner to caress is such a turn-on!

Thanksgiving cycles and Ben Wa Balls:  On Thanksgiving day I was CD12 and fertile which meant that Bea, Cyndi, Odette and Odile whose cycles are in synchrony with mine were fertile as well. Willow, who got her GyneFix only two weeks ago, may well be fertile and not have needed to wear their ballet class sets for lubrication as they were draining FCM, but for Gigi who was luteal and me with an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix additional natural lube was good so I wore the standard training set of 1.0 inch diameter (.65 oz each) solid Pyrex Ben Wa balls to stay lubricated and to enjoy moving them up and down my birth canal to gently caress my G-spot when I wasn’t with a man. Fiona and Marie-Claude were both menstrual and were wearing Diva cups so were not wearing training balls, but would switch to Milex wide seal Omniflex diaphragms for flow control during penetrative sex.

Additional guests at our feast:  Paul, the Swan Twins father, called to say he would be in town for a day or two and I invited him for Thanksgiving dinner. He needed a partner so I asked Gigi, Jacques daughter and a 4^th form student at St Lucy’s, if she would be his partner and she was thrilled to be included in an adult gathering. She has a clean STI panel, has had all her Gardasil shots, has a GyneFix implanted and tested negative for hCG so she was quite safe having sex with unprotected men. She is seventeen so is legal for sex if not with someone having supervisory authority over her so she was perfect for Paul, who returning readers will remember lusts after his daughter Odile. Since I was planning on us all to having multiple partners we all used prefilled disposable applicators of DiveGel+ which has a pH balancer in it to minimize the likelihood of any of us getting a yeast infection from so many different unprotected partners.  

Sitting around my Thanksgiving table were: 1 Fiona (Cyndi’s mom) and Maj. Colin Tree; 2 Ondine, (Willow’s mom) with Jacques, Gigi’s father and a former lover of mine as her partner; 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 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), 9 Jack and me and 10 Paul and Gigi since she looks a lot like the swan twins and acts like Odile and 11 last but not least Willow and Mitch.

Screened, auditioned, protected and costumed: The ten all female waitstaff for Thanksgiving dinner at my home were thoroughly screened having to pass a full STI panel and test negative for hCG, but that wasn’t all. They had to audition for a spot on the serving staff as I was looking for specific height, weight and body types and be able to stand and walk confidently in ballet boots for long intervals w/o sitting down. Since they were already performers in training as escort candidates and were expected to wear costumes and do more than wait tables their roles fell under the union contract definition of a performance so I had to pay the ones chosen union scale actress wages.  

The women auditioned in their escort trainee standard black latex catsuits with relief zippers and full back-zip hoods with only eyes, mouth and nostril opening and black latex gloves, ball-gag and ballet boots by Gepetto which are all part of a women escort trainee’s wardrobe.  So it was impossible to tell by looking at them who was wearing the catsuits when the hoods gloves and boots were all being worn. Of course the catsuits have RFID chips in them identifying the person to whom the suit was sold. And four of the women trainees who I picked were very close to the height, weight, body style, carriage and gait of Odile, Gigi, Willow and me. The waitstaff also wore penetrator plugs - they usually wear them when working at Naughty Pleasures to prevent being penetrated when groped by lounge customers – as I expected the same from some of my male guests, and I was right, not that I cared since I just  used the plug to help identify the wearer.

The diaphragms and plugs that escort candidates, St Lucy’s students and my wards and I wear have RFID chips in them and so do the Penetrators the selected waitstaff, wore since they were escort candidates. The chips enable security to tell who the device belongs to and to record their entry and exit through limited access (monitored) doors. I have an RFID reader app on my phone linked to the casino database so I can scan a female waitstaff member to see if she has her device correctly inserted not just in her pocket or purse. And that holds true for my ballet dancers and wards Bea, Cyndi, Odette, Odile and Willow as well. Because, with my ballet dancers there can be insurance liabilities if under certain circumstances their sexual health isn’t properly protected. And with chips in both the catsuits and plugs I can crosscheck that the ID of the plug and catsuit match to the registered owner which minimize the possibility of fraud or a security breach.

A plan comes to fruition: Remembering Paul’s fantasy about having sex with Odile and me acting as her surrogate for him while he and I were watching her train with a mirror mounted dildo (described in my post for October 11, 2013), I had been waiting for an opportunity when my mix of guests would support a plan I had in mind to stage a series of rape fantasies and our Thanksgiving get together fit the bill perfectly. So I approached Odette, Odile, Gigi and Willow separately and in private to sound them out on how they felt about incest as I might not be able to control which man took which woman so if they participated it would be possible that during the scene they could be inseminated by their father.  

All were fascinated by the possibility of being taken forcibly (under somewhat controlled conditions) even while fertile (since they each had a GyneFix implanted) and wanted to participate. All three admitted having fantasized at one time-or-another about having sex with the man who had created her, but none had the nerve to ask her father. So I had Odile, Gigi and Willow fitted with the standard issue black latex escort trainee catsuits, hoods and gloves that as training assistants they hadn’t been kitted out with. They already had All-Flex Breeding diaphragms and ball-gags.

Rape in latex & ballet boots – the fantasy: You know it’s a fantasy when the woman who is being attacked while wearing ballet boots with her feet unrestrained doesn’t try to shred her attacker’s legs with her 7 inch spike heels, which in the case of our waitstaff and women guests were Gepetto’s titanium spikes with the optional lace cutter edges.  Actually I don’t think the men gave it much thought, thinking if the woman’s legs were spread and he was between them with her pressed hard against a wall, he was safe when actually that position gives her better access to his calves, Achilles tendons and to a lesser extent his hamstrings to destroy them with her heels.

The men I know seem to like rape fantasies with dancers wearing black ballet boots rather than pointe shoes. I think that’s because ballet boots have a reputation as erotic bondage footwear worn by naughty or submissive women especially if the boots are locked so they can’t be taken off. And quality ballet boots properly sized and correctly laced can be worn more or less successfully for sex on their toes by far more women than can stand en pointe in pointe shoes, (even Gaynor Mindens) for 20 minutes to give a man her tightest grip during ballet sex.  Pointe shoes are far more ‘good girl’ feminine footwear, but so few women have the strength and stamina to provide and enjoy penetrative sex when entered from behind while en pointe holding on to a barre that ballet boots are the default footwear for many women who can be properly fitted in good quality boots that provide both toe and ankle protection.

Dressers and dressing room performances: In support of the waitstaff and guests wearing latex catsuits I had three Dressers and a Costumer to help the girls into their latex costumes and ballet boots and repair or replace any garment that tore. Fortunately none did. The Dressers also polished the catsuits once they were on properly and comfortable so the suits shone like onyx mirrors. Well, ‘comfort’ in a latex catsuit is in the mind of the wearer. In my experience it’s the erotic feel of the rubber gripping my body that outweighs any discomfort in being encased in really stretchy rubber that is a huge turn-on!

The waitstaff dressing room had the HD cams on to let my male guests watch the girls dress, a sort of porn-lite as the girls checked the integrity of the domes and inserted their All-Flex breeding diaphragms - which readers will remember are intentionally sized two sizes smaller than the correct size so a partner can more easily under-thrust the rim and fill the dome with his seed. They were checking the pulls on the relief zippers to make sure they were opening easily, inserting their vaginal plugs  and ball-gags (to prevent them from speaking during the entire evening) and adjusting the head harnesses and icing their nipples through the latex to get them hard and erect before appearing in the dining room.  

To minimize production of nasal mucus and ease breathing and help with jaw discomfort with a ball gag inserted tightly between the jaws the waitstaff took decongestant tablets and 800 mg of ibuprofen 30 minutes before dinnertime as did Gigi, Odile, willow and I. I had the rubber-girls dressing room feed on a sixty inch flat screen in the media room to encourage my male guests to lust for rubber sheathed pussy. I’m pleased to say that the dressing room feed was more heavily watched than any of the day’s football games. I Thought Paul would be a rabid football fan, but he like the European men was fascinated by what they called the ‘latex pussy feed’.

I thought I might get some pushback from some of my women guests, specifically Fiona, but it turned out that the girls were as interested in watching rape fantasies being played out as were the men. Possibly because they thought the women ‘victims’ were professional escorts and wanted to see how a professional handled a situation like that.

Place cards: The place cards for our Thanksgiving feast for Jack, Jacques and Paul had a number underneath that gave him his place (first second or third) as an ‘attacker’ in the rape fantasy supposedly involving member of the waitstaff whose physical characteristics matched that man’s daughter.  Jack, Jacques and Paul were seated at different points around the table and away from their partners as were the other men to share all the men with all the women. After the meal the place card holders were turned over and the lucky men were identified. Earlier Odile, Gigi, Willow and I had all gone to the ladies room together, as women are want to do more to gossip about the men than anything else, but of course we were actually speed dressed in our black latex catsuits, hoods, gloves, ballet boots and ball-gags. Our latex skins rubbed to a high gloss with latex polish and our nipples iced to make them erect and easily seen through the latex membrane of our suits. Gigi went first as her waitstaff double since Jacques had the lowest number so he was the first attacker.

 





A ball gag and harness similar to the ones worn for the rape fantasies on Thanksgiving

Gigi is raped: The attack began in the hall between the kitchen and dining room the walls of which had been padded with new furniture blankets, the kind that moving companies use to prevent furniture being transported in a van from being damaged. Gigi came out of the kitchen supposedly to clear tables and Jacques passed her in the hall only to turn immediately grab the neck strap of her ball-gag harness and slam her into the wall. While she was disoriented he hustled her through a side door into a corridor feeding my three encounter sallies and into the first one where he spun her around slammed her back against the mirrored wall kicked her feet apart to spread her lags and feeling for the pull tab on her relief zipper jerked it down exposing the head of her Penetrator.

He told me later that her scent was a delight, a mixture of fear, estrogenic sweat, latex, rubber polish and the musk of her vaginal secretions when he slipped his finger into the removal tab lying flat on her perineum and pulling down and forward pulled out her plug dripping with her natural arousal secretions. He tossed it on to the closed lid of a nearby piano and unzipping his trousers freed his erection from the Speedo slingshot he favors before spreading her labia and began inserting himself.  Gigi made no attempt to struggle though she did adjust her hips to try and minimize having her cervix battered and in the dining room we could hear her muffled moans, screams and mewing when he gave her a massive G-spot orgasm that made her go weak so she had to lock her knees to prevent collapsing and her strong contractions milked his shaft sucking his ejaculate out and he filled the dome of her breeder with his sperm during which his thrusts lifted her off the floor and she worried about being thrust-dropped on to one of his feet with a boot heel. She said later that being thrust-dropped in tightly laced ballet boots was a lot more comfortable than while wearing Gaynors. It was over very quickly, in less than ten minutes and the rest of us watched the HD salle cam feed festinated as he raped her.

Willow bends: Willow was supposed to be next, but she decided against incest with Jack and her waitstaff double took her place. No one watching the salle cam feed knew there had been a change in the cast. I have mixed feelings about her withdrawal from the game, but I understand her drives aren’t as strong as mine were for sex with my father as she was never intentionally banished and had nothing to prove as I continually tried to do with my father.

Jack took Willow’s waitstaff double similarly to how Jacques had done, grabbing the neck strap of her ball gag harness and throwing her against the wall to disorient her. Even though a woman knows what’s going to happen it’s really hard not to react defensively and try and stop the attack. A good actress she handled the role well and he hustled her into salle #2 and over to the barre where he used cable ties to bind her wrists to the barre kicked her legs apart, jerked open her relief zipper and grabbing the removal tab on her plus pulled down while pushing forward and the locking ridge popped out from behind her pubic bone and the plug slipped into his hand.. He unbuckled her ball gag harness and pulling the ball from between her teeth shoved her plug still dripping her vaginal secretions into her mouth and told her not to spit it out while he fucked her. She nodded her obedience.  Jack being a very well endowed man and basically gentle with women penetrated his ‘victim’ from behind while she was bent over holding on to the barre, a position where gravity pulls the uterus down and forward keeping the cervix further out of the way of a thrusting penis. As with Jacques Jack’s rape was over in less than ten minutes. Leaving her with a breeder filled with his semen and moaning in ecstasy still with the strong contraction from the three vaginal orgasms he had given her. She said later she thought playing the role of a rape victim enabled her to enjoy sex with him far more than if he had just asked her for it.

Paul’s piece: Paul was last and Odile was entheuastic taking the place of her waitstaff double and as with the two previous girls she was grabbed by the neck strap of her ball gag and thrown into the wall, her arm twisted up behind her back and was forced at a run into salle #3 where she appeared on the salle-cam and we could see her trying to scream around her ball gag and drooling saliva down her chin and onto the polished latex encasing her breasts while her father unzipped his slacks and pulled out his fully erect shaft dripping pre-ejaculate.

He quickly opened Odile’s relief zipper slipped a finger in the removal loop of her plug and yanked it out and while we watched her try to gasp and moan around the saliva coated red ball of her gag. As her plug slipped into Paul’s hand she immediately began to drip cervical and vaginal secretions as she was fertile and very aroused to find herself actually having sex with her father during a rape fantasy. He slipped his hands under her buttocks and lifting her waist high, commanded “fit me inside you” which she did then wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders as he pushed her against the mirrored wall and fucked her brains our after quickly under thrusting her breeder All-Flex. He has amazing stamina and when he was through with her he had gotten off in her three times in thirty minutes and had kept her in a near state of constant orgasm so she couldn’t stand up when he tried to put her down. At that point I was still dressed in latex with my ball gag in so I went in and helped him support Odile as we walked her back to the women’s dressing rooms where she rested while the rest of us stripped off our catsuits, showered and changed back into our dinner clothes. Willow, who had stayed in the dressing room and Gigi went back in with the rest of the guests while I stayed with Odile until she felt strong enough to shower and dress after which we returned to the party where the men were back watching football.

Saint Andrew’s Day in Scotland and the winter solstice:  November 30 was the feast day of St. Andrew, the patron saint of Scotland.  Himself wasn’t upset at missing the 2013 celebration. Much of his land is in Scotland obtained through family marriages over the centauries, but his Dukedom is English. He is far more concerned that I and the girls participate in the ceremonies at Location Z (on a mountain top overlooking Loch Broom on the west coast of Scotland) to celebrate the 2013 winter solstice which occurs on Saturday December 21, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC.

The Brits all went back east aboard ‘Limnaea’ on Monday December 2^nd. Maj. Tree was dropped off at Dulles and the plan refueled while Fiona and Cyndi went back to enroll Cyndi at Cambridge. Undine was to perform again in mid December while Himself and Jack were going out to  the lodge outside Ullapool.

All in all I think Thanksgiving went well. In the rape fantasies I got two for three and I still think I can get Willow to participate in rape fantasies. One thing I did find out is that she really likes wearing latex! So there is something I can work with as we continue to bond.

Odette and Odile at the Boot Bar

Commercial lace-up boots too large for the wearer

The photo: A pair of calf length eyelet and hook lace-ups that is too large for the wearer. The eyelet lacing over the instep has no room to be tightened more as the wearer’s foot changes shape. As a work-around she could wear heavy sox to give her feet more volume to get the eyelet laces tighter across her instep. The toe of her boot has also been damaged giving some indication that the toe-box will probably collapse if the wearer tries standing in them for very long.

The twins go clubbing: With defensive lessons from Yardley well learned Cyndi, Yardley and I took the twins boot clubbing for their first time. I had intended to start at Naughty’s Boot Bar, but Yardley suggested we try another boot club first as it was supposed to cater to newbies initially strutting their stuff. Since it was supposed to have a Goody-Two-Shoes reputation I thought that was going to be a bit tame given the twins background even though they were new to ballet heels, but we could give it a try and move on. There is a sort of uniform for women frequenting boot clubs here, not that there are many of us, but there are a lot of wannabes most of whom make fools of themselves or show a flash of talent and then disappear. The uniform is no panties, black fishnet tights with an absorbent crotch gusset, black ballet boots and a black sports bra under a fitted black leather jacket. I wear a front closure Champion so I can breast feed while I’m clubbing. Most of us wear toe pads under sheer nylon anklets over our fishnets to make the boots easier to get on. Platform and flexed forefoot boots aren’t considered ballet boots (true BB must have the foot and toes pointed in the boot) and if they are worn to boot clubs the wearer is ridiculed unmercifully so she leaves soon after arriving.

We intentionally avoided the bikers clubs where some of the female members are ballet heel enthusiasts and brawlers.  We were just looking for some conventional ballet boot sex for the twins to get their boot cherries harvested. Taking a tight wet neophyte in her new boots is something males at boot clubs dream of; shoving their dripping erections in a ballet boot chick’s tight pussy and inseminating her so his semen drains into her boots. The club had recently changed ownership and it had been redecorated, but its atmosphere and clientele were still as benign as I remembered when I first took Cyndi and Bea there. It’s a sort of up-scale almost Hanna Montana wholesome sort of place for young High school ballet boot enthusiasts and their dates to gather. Almost all the girls there take ballet have moms who were or are dancers and married well or have good jobs so they can afford a six or seven hundred dollar pair of well made leather ballet boots for their daughters. The boots aren’t nearly as good as Gepettos, but at a fifth of his price they are good enough to strut around in to impress boys and stand in while having sex.

There were no 4WD pickups and Harleys in the parking lot just Suburban and Tahoe SUVs and minivans indicating Ballet heels moms were lending their children their rides their for “boot lessons” and cokes. Actually I was surprised that they were as busy as they were and it was sort of a high school crowd with Hitachi Magic Wands as the fave toys which could be rented by the half-hour. There was no obvious penetrative sex but couples went into the back from time to time and in the Ladies rest room two very young boot-chicks were trying to insert contraceptive sponges so there almost certainly was somewhere on the premises.

The Today Sponge: I asked the girls why they were using sponges and they said wearing one their partner didn’t need to wear a condom, they could wear one for the entire weekend, it offered some protection for the cervix from direct thrust injury from a well endowed partner and it absorbed a lot of a partner’s semen. Actually, the literature that comes with the sponge says it should be replaced every 24 hours, but the tests run for FDA approval showed it was effective for at least 48 hours. The failure rate for the sponge is: for Parous women: typical use 24% Perfect use 20% and for Nulliparous women: typical use 12% Perfect use 9%, which explains why it’s an over-the-counter teen favorite, but not for their moms. If you aren’t allergic to the Noxynol-9 (N9) used in the sponge it’s easy to forget the sponge is inserted. Depending on where you buy them three count boxes are $14 to $16 USD so if you are planning on a very active weekend, aren’t allergic to N9 and don’t have to worry about STIs the Sponge might be a good choice.

It can also be a good faux method to wear on top of a properly fitted FemCap, or in my case an Oves, if you think a mischievous partner is going to pull out your barrier protection. I’ve used a Today when a partner can’t reach my cervix when I’m aroused or fertile. Then I’ll wear an Oves for contraception and insert a moistened sponge to shorten the depth he needs to penetrate me to feel my cervix. Except of course he will be ramming the sponge from which I’ve carefully trimmed the removal strap. It’s amazing how much pushing into a sponge can improve a partner’s ejaculatory experience when he thinks he has completely filled me with his erection.

The young teens in their commercial boots were like colts walking shakily around on wobbling ankles. A few had boots that were obviously too large and most of them were fascinated by and in awe of my girls in Gepetto’s ballet heels. It was obvious we were the oldest group there and with no male partners we rented Hitachi wands and played with one another, had a coke and left. We were all wearing Penetrator plugs and the Hitachi is particularly effective in giving both clitoral and G-spot orgasms when held against the head of a Penetrator so our visit to the baby’s boot bar wasn’t a total loss and we left relaxed.  

Naughty’s ballet boots bar:  At Naughty’s I got Odette and Odile registered and entered into the clubs database so they both now have accounts that will eventually be paid by me.  Since their ID shows them as being 21 they have access to every part of the casino and associated holdings, except the High-Roller venues, where they can only enter as talent or guests. The first thing we did after registering the twins was to go to the Ladies and remove our Plugs. Because we had all masturbated with wands at Baby’s and our Penetrators seal extremely well we were full of vaginal secretions that needed to drain and be Kegeled out while on a bidet and then empty our bowels and bladders, clean up and check hair and makeup before going out to look over the selection of Bar-boys I had let know there were boot cherries to be harvested as partners for the twins initial boot-fuck.

All the club members and staff have recent clean full STI panels on file so there was no need to concern ourselves about the possibility of infections, just pregnancy and all the others, Including Yardley, have GyneFix copper IUDs implanted so I was the only one who checked that my Oves was screwed down tight on my ripe cervix. It didn’t take long for the guys to come over to admire the twin’s boots and some of them even asked knowledgeable questions which the twins answered while flirting with them. The guys I alerted were escort candidates the twins had trained with and they are exceptionally compatible with both so I thought the girls would pick the men they felt were most attuned to their needs and that’s exactly what they did. Perhaps the men were chosen for technique, but I think psychological support as well since the twins think being taken in ballet boots is far sexier than pointe shoes and they were being taken for the first time in such erotic footwear.

After the twins made their selections Cyndi, Yardley and I chose partners and the ten of us retired to a reserved encounter salle to enjoy watching the twins lose their boot cherries and then had an awesome ballet boot cluster-fuck. The cherry pickers were alternately gentle and brutal caressing the girls G-spots until their ankles wobbled even with shaft guards for support. Then I could tell that their shafts had swollen as the girls went forward on to their platform with their heels off the floor trying to get away from that momentary penis enlargement just prior to ejaculation as the boys pounded their soft open cervixes and the girls gasped and moaned in pain and ecstasy. The boys brought the twins to orgasm simultaneously and their powerful vaginal contractions pulled the men into ecstasy with them.

Asthma and ballet boots: Two hours later we all had just emerged from the encounter salle into the main bar completely sated, drained of all sexual tension and ready to leave when a medical emergency occurred. A woman in a pair of gorgeous high quality German leather ballet boots, a fitted leather jacket, fishnets and an M10 gasmask was in severe respiratory distress at the warm-up barre. Both Odette and Odile recognized her from her enlarged chest the result of asthma she has had since childhood.  Odette said the girl was a grad student and had been taking pointe at UNLV, but had to stop because her asthma had gotten worse and she no longer had the lung capacity and stamina.

What she was doing being penetrated from behind standing in ballet boots while wearing a gasmask given her limited lung capacity was a question that only occurred to us later when Yardley and I found out how severe her asthma was. She was being thrust into by a very energetic Bar-boy while bent over the warm-up barre against the mirrored wall. She was bleeding freely from her vagina and moaning in seeming delight.  Then as we were getting ready to leave there was a strangled gurgling moan only partially muffled by her gasmask as her right ankle turned out, gave way and snapped inside her boot and she shrieked as she toppled on to her right side almost pulling her partner with her. She lay writhing on the floor trying to get her mask off with one hand and holding her ankle with the other.

Odette knew right away what was wrong and ran to Gasmask-girl’s table grabbed her tote and emptied it on the table searching for her Asthma rescue inhaler. Finding it she ran back pulled the M10 off the chick’s face and had her partner pull her up and lean her against the mirrored wall so her chest and head were more or less vertical. Then had him hold her mouth open as Odette primed the rescue inhaler shoved it into the chick’s mouth and depressed the plunger sending a mist of medication down her throat as she struggled to breathe.  Her breathing didn’t seem to improve so she gave her another shot from the inhaler and then her breathing markedly improved. By then the duty manager and the EMTs called by the bartender had arrived and Odette stepped away as the professionals went to work.  Odile had gone over to gasmask-girl’s table and put all her things; wallet, car keys, tampons, a new pack of Beyaz, tissues and iPhone back in her tote and stood guard over it and when the EMTs wheeled her out Odette rode in the ambulance with her.

We followed the ambulance to the hospital to take Odette home, but she insisted on staying and our leather jackets, fishnets and ballet boots in the ER waiting room raised a few eyebrows, but most of the others there were too sick to notice what we were wearing. The twins decided to stay with their injured friend so I got their dance bags out on my Subaru and they changed out of ballet boots in to wind pants and GM pointes before we left them one of the cars and Cyndi, Yardley and I went home to shower and relax.

Adolph’s party: Today is Halloween so all of us are going to Adolph’s later for his party which is starting very late. It’s a school night so the girls will almost certainly cut classes tomorrow as we probably won’t get to bed (to sleep) until dawn.

 

 

Dry fucked at Naughty’s, Incest by proxy

Off the shoulder cowl neck sweater worn as a tunic with tights 

The photo: Lounge crawling apparel I enjoy.  An oversized off the shoulder cowl neck sweater worn as a tunic over black Wolford fatal 50 seamless tights, which are 93% nylon 7% Elastane, and black suede tipped Gaynor pointes for ballet-sex in public. The costume is comfortable, attractive and practical as I can adjust the neck to breast feed a lover w/o undressing.

Paul was in town: Returning readers will remember he owns a neighboring estate on Virgin Gorda and is the father of the eighteen y/o swan twins who he left in my care while they are enrolled at UNLV. He arrived Thursday a week ago (Oct 3^rd) when I was CD14 and had just ovulated so I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix in case he was interested in plumbing my depths. It also allowed me to wear a Penetrator plug to prevent pelvic fondling. I can wear a diaphragm with a Penetrator, but that’s a lot of hardware to have inserted at one time. I sometimes wear Wolford Satin Opaque 50 Tights, but they have seams and a crotch gusset so if I’m wearing a Penetrator and expect to be dry-fucked the fatal 50s provide a much smoother fit over the head of my plug and a deep seamless fit between my cheeks than the satin opaque 50s, which have a smoother surface, but a seam that in my experience is more likely to tear a condom during a dry-fuck encounter.

I took him to Naughty Pleasures, the ‘swingles’ club at my casino. When I’m lounge crawling and not interested in penile/vaginal intercourse I wear my tights like male ballet dancers do, with the waistband pulled up as far as it will go then rolled down over a belt to emphasize my mons veneris and the head of my penetrator plug and to fully spread and occupy the depth between my cheeks. That way I can be dry-fucked by the man behind me in queue for a place at the bar in the meat market. A gentleman wears a polyurethane condom (they are less likely to break while the wearer is thrusting between cheeks covered in nylon and Elastane) to collect his ejaculate rather than to spew in my crack and soak and stain my tights. I unzipped and sheathed Paul while we were in a standing room only crowd at the bar. 

Then I turned my back and rolled on to pointe with my feet a la seconde, which clenched my buttocks and prepared for him to insert himself. I’m so small that w/o me being en pointe he would have been thrusting into my cervical vertebrae rather than between my cheeks. Fortunately the crowd was moving to some extent. We were still two from the front of the crowd, but I was close enough to the bar that I could brace myself against the back of a bar stool to take his thrusts. It seemed like forever before he raised my tunic and inserted himself between my nylon sheathed cheeks then he helped stabilize me by holding my hips. Neither of us said anything and he must have enjoyed getting off in a crowd with women standing all around\d him as it took him just a few minutes. His pelvic thrusts seemed undetectable at the shoulder level, but I imagine the women on either side knew what we were doing. One certainly did. I looked over my shoulder and she smiled at me and I smiled back. About that time he came, shuddered, gasped and perhaps covered it by seeming to sneeze.

I came off pointe as he milked himself diwn, stripped the condom off, zipped up and handed me the condom. He wanted me to suck his load out of the Trojan Supra, but I just tied it off and slipped it into my clutch as the results of his STI panel hadn’t appeared on my iPhone. Having relieved himself temporarily he was much better company when we finally got our drinks and then our table was ready and he took me to dinner. At dinner I got a text that his STI panel was clean so I emptied the liquefied contents of his Trojan into my coffee and drank it which seemed to please him. I’m still not sure what he does. He says he is a structural engineer and he travels a lot, but won’t talk about what project he’s working on.

Ballet-sex training: During dinner Paul asked what I’m teaching his twins and I said I have them working on strengthening their legs, but more specifically their feet and ankles so they will be able to confidently and expertly take a partner entering them from behind while balanced on the platforms of their toe-shoes, something Paul thinks is marvelous when I let him penetrate me that way. I know the twins have done that with Himself in the Arboretum and the library at UNLV before the equinox, but while they performed adequately for the time they had been in training their performances were far below the superb experience expected from women completing my training.

He was very pleased that they were learning skills they could use to bend men to their will if that was their desire and wanted to see what the training consisted of. I tried to dissuade him thinking he - like some other fathers who had asked to watch their daughters train - might wish he had never asked after he had seen what goes on, because the sight forever erases any fantasy of the sweet, innocent, naive young woman who he has spent all her life protecting. It also tends to make some fathers furious. The sight of a daughter on pointe bent over holding on to the barre, gasping, sweating, moaning, ankles wobbling while masturbating penetrated from behind by a large mirror mounted dildo in an encounter salle just seems to have that effect on some fathers.

I asked him several times to reconsider saying the experience could be very graphic and he said he understood it would be sexually explicit and ask how I could accomplish it w/o the twins knowing he or we were there. I explained we had soundproofed viewing rooms behind a two-way mirrored wall of most encounter sallies that allowed us to evaluate a trainees progress w/o their knowing it so we could just go into the viewing room and would be less than three feet from the woman training at the barre as she masturbated en pointe while impaled on a suction cup dildo mounted on the mirrored wall.   

Incest by proxy: The next evening I took Paul into the viewing room for the salle in which Odette, the more submissive one, was training. The exercise she was working on was keeping her ankles from giving out during peaks of desire when a woman’s knees and ankles go weak. We can lock our knees safely (if we aren’t expecting to be thrust dropped), but ankles are different and you have to keep them from wobbling or you can’t recover and end up falling off pointe.  We were a bit early and watched her enter the salle. She was wearing a yellow thong-back short sleeve scoop neck leotard and changed into a worn pair of pink suede tipped Gaynor pointes then inserted a 5 ml disposable applicator of FloraFix before performing a fifteen minute barre to warm up. Then she took her eight inch long two inch diameter silicone G-spot training dildo from its case and fastened its industrial strength suction cup base to the mirror at a height she had previously marked and lubed it from a small tube of FloraFix. Then rising on pointe and while standing on the mirror side of the barre she gripped the barre bent over and carefully backed on to the dildo.

The audio from the salle was excellent and we could hear the squish is she buried the shaft in her vagina and her gasp when she was fully penetrated and the tip hit her cervix. Paul watched as she developed a rhythm rubbing the G-spot head across the tactile tissue on the anterior wall of her vagina while I watched him for any sign that he was becoming upset..  He was visibly emotional, but not in the way I had feared. Watching his youngest, (by 3 minutes) daughter Paul wasn’t mad, he was extremely aroused. His woodie was distending his slacks and he was making no effort to hide it as he watched Odette masturbate to orgasm. When she came he turned to me and said, “I must have you!” in a tone that conveyed great need that I’d never heard him use. In the past he had been rather playful even when he was struggling with me to have his way, but not this time.

I had expected we would have an encounter before I took him to bed and had prepared by cleaning and reinserting my Oves and reapplying 5 ml of FloraFix that will remain a bioadhesive gel for at least eight hours at body temperature before liquefying so most of it can drain or be Kegeled out. A knowledgeable woman will coat the area around the entrance to her urethra as that seems to substantially lessen the need to urinate after PVI to flush the urethra of bacteria forced in to it by a partner’s thrusts. Using FloraFix in that way a woman can immediately snuggle into the embrace of her partner and nap in the afterglow w/o worrying about getting a UTI.

While I had expected PVI I hadn’t expected it in the viewing room less than six feet from where Odette continued to give herself a prolonged vaginal orgasm by gently rocking back and forth having the head of her dildo caress her G-spot while sur les pointes a la second.. I was wearing a canary yellow pareo over a matching long sleeve turtleneck thong back cotton Lycra leo by Gottex the Israeli swimwear maker who I have make my swimsuits and play clothes.  There was a portable barre against the mirror in the observation room and I unfastened the pareo from around my hips and draped it over the end of the barre.  As we watched Odette go through her training regimen I had been doing tendus, plies, échappés and développés just to keep warmed up so I unzipped him and eased him out of his tighty whities and he was magnificently erect and already dripping pre-ejaculate.

I turned and faced the barre, piquéd on to pointe, spread my legs to second and bent over holding on to the barre. He slipped a finger under my thong and pulled the fabric to one side exposing my engorged, wet and parted labia and positioned himself to enter me. I had taken him eight or nine times since I’ve known him, but he had never been that hard or large. We’d just had amazing sex several times the day before so I knew he hadn’t been denying himself so he would be more potent, it was watching his daughter masturbate and struggle with holding her ankles steady while in the throes of a series of gently rolling orgasms that must have affected him in that way and I was about to see how he would treat a partner wound as tightly as he was.

In a gentle voice he said,” Are you ok? And when I whispered yes, he said, “I’m going to enter you now.” and slowly pushed his way inside me. It was as though he was a different person.  I looked over my shoulder and saw he was watching Odette as she rocked herself back and forth on the dildo and Paul synched his thrusts to her in and out strokes on her dildo. It was coming to the end of her training session and the students usually try to end a session with one very intense orgasm so she was holding on to the barre now with one hand and fondling her clitoris with her other. She increased her thrust cycles as she neared clitoral climax and Paul increased his thrusts to match hers while fondling my clitoris.  It was magic; the three of us came at the same time she screamed and gasped between screams. I moaned, mewed and whimpered to a lovely bone melting climax and Paul shot his load in me while battering my cervix and screaming, “I love you Odette!”  while my contractions were milking the last drops of semen from him. Thank God for the triple glazed mirrored wall!

Afterward: He collapsed on top of me and we were sweating profusely, gasping for breath and holding on to the barre to keep from collapsing as we gently lowered ourselves to the floor. But he kept nuzzling my ear running his hand through my hair and telling me how much he loved me and that he was going to make sure I got only the best in life. Then he straightened up took a deep breath and said “wow, that was really something, Thank you Jill.” Obviously his delusion was over, at least for the time being. I said nothing about him calling me Odette, but did say I was glad I could be there when he needed me and asked if he was satisfied with his daughters training. He just smiled.

From my perspective (at least for now) I’m very pleased that while in thrall to the rigor of his daughter’s pelvic training Paul seemed to see me as a surrogate for his daughter, a case of incest by proxy. I don’t think he remembers calling me Odette or telling me he loved me. I’m wondering if he will be delusional again with me and if it might occur with me as Odile or if that was a one-off. My being pleased with him thinking I was Odette is – as long time readers may remember - because I wanted to have sex with my father who blamed me for the death of my mother. I wanted to try and reduce his sorrow as he said I grew up to look just like her. But he never wanted to even see me. So he exiled me to ballet schools for training. At least with me as Odette Paul was my father for a few short minutes and for that I’m grateful, but I didn’t realize that until it was over.

 

Deflowering the twins:

A fetish escort’s must-haves GM pointes and a Reflexions latex FS diaphragm

Fetish escorts: The economy is back in full swing; at least for the segment of the entertainment industry that supplies elite fetish escorts. We’ve been noticing an increase in interest in girls into kinky things at the elite level of beauty, education and physical skills and so we have revised our training program to concentrate on providing lovely well trained girls to fill that need. This means we have become even more selective in choosing fetish escort candidates. We are looking only for ballet bodies and training, both men and women. The classes will be smaller, longer and more challenging for the candidates to successfully complete, but they will be much better prepared to provide every client far more intense experiences than in the past.

Saying that I’m looking for ballet bodies doesn’t mean I’m against other body types it’s just that’s where the demand is right now. There are plenty of show-girl intimate training courses out here for statuesque generously proportioned girls, but our school isn’t one of them.

Escort training:  Odette and Odile have been to the Gyn for pelvic exams, serum pregnancy and full panel STI tests to establish a base line for their sexual health during their college years while they are in my care. They have deep post-pubic vaults and healthy and ideally positioned cervixes. In additional to sexual health the girls were given full phys exams including stress tests and echocardiograms to make sure there where no heart defects as the training can be quite stressful at times. In addition to thorough medical screening I had Gepetto’s custom shop measure the twins for Penetrator plugs that are custom fitted to each woman’s pelvic anatomy. And they have been equipped with fetish escort quality slit kits to cover almost every need.

Having successfully gotten this fat I’ve started them on some training preliminaries, like increasing the weight of their Ben Wa sets from the one inch diameter solid Pyrex glass balls weighing .65 oz each (for a total of 1.3 oz the set) that they have been using,  to one inch solid steel balls. Each one inch diameter solid surgical stainless steel ball weighs 2.307 oz. for a total of 4.6 oz when both are inserted. I call them my “McBalls”, as they are a quarter-pounder! They still wear the one inch glass balls to UNLV, but when home and for my ballet classes they wear their McBalls. Learning to pee and defecate with balls inserted is always tricky, but they mastered that challenge quickly so I’m very pleased.

I’m also pleased to say they are dropping them much less frequently than when they first got the McBalls a week ago, though they have to remove them for an hour or so occasionally to prevent severe cramping. The one inch steelies can really tighten a girl’s grip with just a few weeks of intense training and there is just a bit more maintenance with steel than glass. The balls need to be washed, dried  and coated with an intimate silicone lube (DiveGel+ in the case of the twins) before insertion (which makes them even harder to grip) to prevent the acidic vaginal pH from corroding them over time.

I’m also having them take a ninety minute ballet class 7 days a week primarily to strengthen their feet and legs for ballet-sex. Returning readers will remember that the purest form of that to my way of thinking is being penetrated from behind while sur les pointes a la seconde. Given that women in my circle typically like at least 20 – 25 minutes of foreplay and penetrative pleasure before reaching orgasm my goal is to have the twins comfortable while continuously en pointe for at least 30 minutes.   

So I’m having them wear GM pointes all the time they aren’t at UNLV and walk around sur les pointes as much as possible to strengthen and toughen their feet. They are doing that so much that I’m having them wear negative heel shoes to UNLV to keep their hamstrings stretched. Odette, the one with the submissive nature, does what I tell her to please me. Odile, the dominant and masochistic one, does what I tell her because she enjoys the discomfort and challenge. I think she is very much like me when I was her age. And of course they are wearing their 65 mm Reflexions FS cervical barriers with DiveGel+ (although they are still faithfully taking Beyaz BCPs) at all times to get used to the increased confidence wearing a cervical barrier can bring a sexually active woman. When I put them in training classes they will wear bright blue turtleneck thong-backed leos with pink tights over them to distinguish them from the IRL fetish escort trainees. That way the girls who are training to be IRL escorts will know I don’t intend the twins to hold the class back.

Deflowering the twins: I’m certain now that neither of the girls has been penetrated by a penis. They do lie to me about little things, but as yet don’t do it well enough to fool me about something as important as their virginity. Every woman remembers her first man. I was 14 and taken by a 16 y/o, another ballet student, while we were sunbathing on the roof of my dorm at ballet school in up-state NY.  So I want their experience to be safe fun and immensely pleasurable. Their pelvic exams showed no residual hymeneal tissue and there has been no discomfort when their hymeneal rings at the introitus were stretched to insert and open a speculum so there is nothing to impede a penetrating penis or even a partner inserting his or her fist. And as I’ve mentioned the girls have been inserting tampons, dildos, diaphragms, Ben Wa balls and riding a Sybian with no problems.

I hadn’t decided about which man or men would have the gift of their virginity until I realized I had the perfect man already available.  I don’t know what took me so long to realize I was right all along in leaning toward letting Chris (our male Gyn) have the pleasure and the responsibility and I knew that with all the attractive men in close proximity at UNLV I was going to have to decide soon or the girls would choose for themselves.

Chris is gentle and is an amazingly skilled lover who can determine exactly what a girl wants (or needs) and gives it to her with such energy and élan that she can hardly breathe from the strength of her orgasmic contractions. Returning readers will recall that Chris conducted the twin’s pelvic exams on Virgin Gorda and again here to establish their UNLV baseline values so they were already familiar and comfortable with him.  I’m hoping that being at UNLV will minimize the possibility of their becoming sexually fixated on Chris. I think there should be enough eligible suitors competing for their attention that they won’t develop a strong attachment to Chris as a permanent lover as Cyndi did while attending St Lucy’s, an all girls prep-school. Fortunately Cyndi has begun to outgrow her strong physical attraction to Chris, much to Chris’ and my relief. We are hoping her increasing interest in lovers other than Chris will accelerate now that she is at UNLV and has access to that pool of young attractive males.

And so it was that each of the twins was scheduled individually to see Chris today ostensibly for a re-check of their Reflexions fit and each was accompanied by one of my female security staff.  Its Labor Day here in the U.S. and UNLV is on academic recess. Chris had blocked out an hour for each exam which turned out to be just enough time. The exam rooms are soundproof and the security cam (to protect the medical staff against false charges of molestation) was on so I could watch and listen on a remote link from home. Each girl emptied her bowels and bladder before the exam began. She was tested for pregnancy as well as a finger prick to test for the progestin (drospirenone) levels to see if the contraceptive hormones were at the required level to prevent ovulation, in case he could take her bareback.  He was so gentle that before each girl realized what was happening he had her Reflections in his hand, set it in the exam tray and was so skillfully caressed the shaft of her clitoris that she was moaning and dripping wet with her labia engorged and parted before he even inserted a finger.  He asked if she wanted him to wear a condom and she murmured, “no”.  

He raised the exam table to the height of his pelvis and she guided him to her introitus. While keeping a gentle pressure from his glistening dripping glans gently against her introitus he raised the head of the table until she was sitting up and could put her arms around his back. Then had her raise her legs and swung away the stirrups and had her wrap her legs tightly around his waist locking him against her, told her to relax and asked if she was ready. She whispered in his ear, “yes”, which was easily picked up by the mike concealed in the medical lighting fixture above the table. Only then did he enter her, fully penetrating her in a single long smooth stroke that ended with his tip in her posterior fornix. She gasped in delight and he began his thrusting at a rate of about one per second.

Odette had gone first and she had been wound so tight that she began having orgasms in less than ten minutes. Once started they built to frantic G-spot orgasms where her back was arched, her contractions around his penis severe and she screamed, mewed and moaned between gasps for air as she clawed at his back with her nails. Not knowing what to expect Chris had worn a medical coat with a thick leather lining on the back to prevent his back being badly slashed by a partner in orgasmic ecstasy.   While he had scheduled an hour Odette was exhausted within half that time and fainted after her fifth major G-spot orgasm. The remainder of the time she was recovering her composure and strength to be able to be helped to the car by her minder.

Odile’s encounter with Chris this afternoon was virtually identical including her passing out after a half hour of extremely intense sexual pleasure. I think the main lesson the twins got from their virginity trysts with Chris was that men can be far, far more fun than toys, but there can be complications involved. Odile too is a slasher during orgasms so both girls should wear gloves when with a lover whose back is unprotected unless she intends to cut him up. So that’s another Item I can cross off my to-do list and can sleep well knowing that the Swan Twins have been introduced to the very best in heterosexual sex.

Too darn hot, Latex sex

Relief zipper an essential catsuit component

Steamy in Vegas: For the last several days the temperature has been extremely hot here: 112, 114 and 110° F so far today. Fortunately it’s a dry heat, but even so hydration is extremely important in this sort of weather. We are seeing cases of heat exhaustion or heat stroke at our clinic. Unfortunately there have been a few rubber fetishists foolish enough to wear latex or have their Subs wear latex outside in this weather.

With cheap Chinese made latex catsuits the glued seams will sometimes melt and come apart, but the biggest hazard is the cheap zippers becoming stuck in the heat so the wearer or her partner can’t get her out of the suit if she over heats, which is a certainty even if she’s in the shade much less the sun for very long.

Even Adolph isn’t sadistic enough to watch a gorgeous 20-something woman caged in the sun broil to death in an encasement suit; latex catsuit, open face hood, silicone rubber ballet-boots, latex gloves and wearing a gasmask as a psychotic Rubber Dom did with one of his Subs last Friday. We don’t know if she had a heart attack from excessive body temp or if she drowned in her own vomit.

Thongs, Penetrator plugs, rear entry and vaginitis: As hot weather has arrived again our clinic is treating more cases of vaginitis and the source is often the thong panty and incorrect wiping after a bowel movement or anal sex. As the wearer sits the thong moves across the anal oculus picking up bacteria which it rubs in to the soft tissue of the wearer’s labia and a bacterial infection is the result. My dancers, students and I all wear Penetrator plugs as disciplinary devices during pointe classes.  So it’s important to use a bidet, all our women’s bathrooms are fully equipped with them, to make sure the area is bacteria free, which is especially important for those girls offering anal sex.  

Chi and Me redux: I may have reached another level in my ability to mind-meld with the previous owners Chi in the death rubbers I wear, or perhaps it’s just with the previous owner of the one I’m presently using. I don’t know yet. Currently I’m wearing the 4^th Ann. present that Bea gave me. If you read my June 1, 2013 entry you may remember that I had met the previous owner, Yvonne, a very experienced 32 y/o French Domme - she was a friend of Tanaquil - at one of Adolph’ parties last winter and liked her so I thought her Chi would be an amazing influence.

It turns out that it’s far more than that. I seem to be able to channel her personality and her amazing way with men. At distance I have typically attracted them with my body. While she had a great bod she could cause any man to fall under her spell with a single glance even from across a room, a power which she used to great effect. That ability now seems to be mine when I have her Reflexions inserted, but it has proved to be a mixed blessing.

Her dive-lover, Claude, came to take her body back to France for burial. I made the mistake of meeting him while wearing her death rubber and now his sexual fascination with her has transferred to me! He says I’m just like her, which physically of course is not the case at all, except that we wore the same type and size diaphragm; though metaphysically while wearing her diaphragm I apparently radiate her aura to him and I when I’m wearing her Reflexions I do seem to attract more men an ability I’m calling “Chi-splatter”.

Yvonne, Claude and dive-sex: Yvonne’s seizure at 150 feet may have been from a combination of etonogestrel and nitrogen in her bloodstream. She was a very experienced diver and was using her own dive computer which may have been defective as it indicated she had far less time on deep dives than she really had when compared with computers of other divers who were with her on all her dives. In any case Claude has decided to remain in Vegas for the time being and since he was Yvonne’s dive-sex partner and passed an advanced level proficiency exam he has earned a spot in my stable of dive-sex stallions.

Pussy pads and plugs

The shaved mons veneris showing the pudendal cleft

Camel toe: “A slang term that refers to the outline of a human female's labia majora, as seen through tightly fitting clothes. Due to a combination of anatomical factors and the snugness of the fabric covering it, the crotch and pudendal cleft may take on a resemblance to the forefoot of a camel.”

Depending on the pressure material and the construction of the garment being worn camel toe can be anywhere from a turn-on to torture not to mention often highly visible while in swimsuits, tights or leggings, which often results in results in embarrassment for the woman and arousal of nearby males.

Pelvic cleavage, a plus or minus for this swim suit contestant?

The Cleft Cup: For those women not wanting to display camel toe there are soft shield products on the market to wear in the cup of a panty or swimsuit such as; the Cuchini-camel-toe-pad (“Our lips are sealed”) and Camelflage panties are two of the designs. The Cuchini requires double sided fashion tape and Camelflage comes with its own panty. What Labia Labs has come up with is a reusable soft transparent silicone shield, the Cleft Cup, which fits over and adheres to the waxed mons veneris. The silicone is air permeable (like the Lily Padz nursing pads I wear while performing so as not to stain my costumes from leaky nipples) to allows ventilation of the vulva while masking its contours. Our waitstaff in short shorts wear cleft cups and are far more comfortable and far less distracting to male customers w/o the thick seam of their shorts disappearing between their labia.

Of course Cleft Cups while excellent for concealing pelvic contours provide no protection from being groped. The waitstaff at Naughty Pleasures all work barelegged in long sleeve turtleneck leotards with thong backs and serve customers while on their toes in Gaynor Minden pointes and all need grope protection. So, each of the girls wears a Penetrator Plug, to prevent a guy with barbecue sauce on his fingers from slipping his hand under her thong and inserting them between her labia.

Naughty’s and Penetrator plugs: The need for all Naughty’s servers to wear Penetrator plugs was a decision by our casino’s medical and legal departments. We had instances of female servers getting pelvic infections from customers inserting their fingers in their vaginas and perhaps worse a loss of revenue from sexual encounters not recorded on the customer’s tab, thus leaving the casino uncompensated. So while many of the girls were already wearing Penetrators the more entrepreneurial girls had to be ‘encouraged’ to start wearing them during their shifts or start recording and charging every time they were finger-fucked. The casino isn’t opposed to casual sex with a server they just want to get their cut of her price if it occurs while she’s on the casino’s clock and using their premises. The requirement for all Naughty’s servers to be fitted with Penetrators had additional repercussions because some servers didn’t have the proper pelvic anatomy to wear one correctly and several had to be placed elsewhere in the casinos bars and restaurants. A change that didn’t go over well with the servers involved because the tips at Naughty’s are better that almost anywhere else in the casino.

A very pronounced, deep post-pubic vault is required because the locking ridge should be three-quarters of the depth of the vault (so it won’t press on the urethra and is thin enough so it won’t interfere with the thin rim of a Reflexions if the wearer has a diaphragm inserted) and fit snugly against the back of the pubic bone at the symphysis when the external cup of the plug is tight over the mons pubis.

The cam-ram: In the newer version of the Penetrator inserting a plug fitting that snugly is made far easier by a spring loaded ‘inserter’ a shaft/plunger, which the girls call a ‘cam-ram’, built into the plug. Depressing a lightly textured mound on the head of the plug pushes the cam-ram which lengthens the portion of the plug passing under the pubic bone and tilts the locking ridge so it can slip easily behind it. Releasing the plunger allows the plug to grip the wearer’s pelvis between the locking ridge behind the pubic bone and the external cup covering the mons veneris. With a properly fitted Penetrator this is a comfortable but very strong grip. To ease placement and strengthen the seal the inside of the head that cups the mons veneris is coated with DiveGel+. To remove the plug there is the same pull tab that lies flat against the perineum. The wearer depresses the cam-ram loosening the plugs grip while pulling down and forward on the removal tab and the plug should slide out. There is a distinctive wet sucking sound, ‘Thuck’, when the vacuum seal of a Penetrator is broken during withdrawal.

Since the Penetrator is made of impermeable silicone and is often worn for long intervals no air can circulate around the vulva, which can increase the likelihood of a yeast infection. Using DiveGel+, which has a biocide in it, as a sealant reduces the likelihood of getting a YI from wearing a Penetrator for extended intervals.

Business casual: I wear a Penetrator to business meetings. The business men I deal with are all at least somewhat misogynistic and most think any woman is little more than a walking cunt and a great many of them will try to finger-fuck a female colleague during business meetings. To prevent that I wear a Penetrator. I get groped and let his fingers roam, but when the man feels the head of my plug for the first time the look on his face is priceless! His eyes go wide and he whispers,“OMG! You’re wearing a plug!” After that he knows when I said no I meant it and we can get down to business. Not that I haven’t let a business colleague pull out my plug and take me after I got the contract terms I wanted. I’m not easy, but I'm a very, very good!

Wall-fucked

Beavertail jacket for wall-fuck protection


The photo: The crotch of a beavertail jacket can give a novice wearer a false sense of security as she is safely protected only from being groped. Our male escorts use Hitachi Magic Wands placed just under the zipper between the twist latches to stimulate a student’s clitoris through the neoprene of her jacket. Most of women find it a surprising and extremely intense experience when they reach orgasm very quickly even if she typically has difficulty reaching orgasm. The first time I had a Hitachi wand used on me that way I was in a pair of Gepetto’s pointe boots modeling a beavertail jacket and the photographer wanted a more wanton and exhausted look and suggested my dresser use the wand on my clit right through 5mm of neoprene! I had a Penetrator plug inserted at the time and she positioned the wand right over the clit cup. It set the entire plug vibrating so the nerves around my introitus were super stimulated at the same time as my clit. I was almost instantly gasping in ecstasy! It was totally unexpected! The boots prevented me from falling off pointe and breaking an ankle, but my knees gave way and she caught me before I went over backwards. My reaction put the very look on my face the photographer wanted.

St Lucy’s ballet Summer Intensive: as a fun elective during our SI we are offering an introduction to dive-sex for students 18 or older. They must have a photo-ID (driver’s license or student ID) showing they are of or over the age of consent. Even so, some look like they are hardly 15 especially since they all have waxed pubes, which is almost a must in most good ballet schools these days and they must already be sexually active. Every student who can swim is taking the course. They are given thorough pelvic exams to ensure that their anatomy is capable of normal penile vaginal activity and I’ve fitted them all with strapless FemCaps to prevent having water forced into the uterus if the vagina floods, which it often does. I also fit the students who will have their periods during the SI with flat spring latex diaphragms for flood insurance during their periods. A FemCap will provide some thrust buffering if a partner can reach the wearer’s cervix, but a diaphragm will provide little to none. So the girls who like rough sex (we ask) are also fitted with latex diaphragms.

Beavertail protection: The students wear retro-style beavertail jackets (with twist lock fasteners) in the heated training pool and use short 80 cu ft aluminum tanks so they don’t need additional weight in the form of a weight belt that would prevent unzipping the jacket. The ‘water flush’ inherent in the twist lock fastener arrangement isn’t a problem since the jackets are being used in warm water and will be open much of the time anyway. The beavertail provides warmth, quick access and back protection both in and out of the pool when the student is being wall-fucked. The students are also fitted with pool-pointes, silicone rubber pointe shoes with polymer shanks that they can wear into the pool and to which weights can be attached on the platforms. The girls wear FFMs so they don’t have to worry about losing their mouthpiece if they scream when their cervix is hit or during orgasm and cool dry air across the lens keeps the mask from fogging.

Males in tails: The male partners for dive-sex training are escort candidates who need the training to build stamina and improve their technique. The males also wear beavertail jackets so the students have an opportunity to learn to undress a male diver. The girls love how attentive the men are and often develop a crush on the man they have been having intercourse with daily for three weeks, but for the guys it’s just an amazing summer job, which for the majority of the students is probably the most upsetting part of the course. We don’t tell them that ahead of time. All the men mount bareback even when out of the pool so the students can become accustomed to dealing with needing protection all the time having live sperm pumped into them several times a day – and learn how to Kegel most of it out – and deal confidently with coitial discharge.

We have had no unintended pregnancies during the SI this year, but it’s early yet. We test for hCG when the student arrives and then once a week and at the end of the course. Pregnancy test kits are available from student health 24/7 so if a student thinks she needs to test she can. We encourage students to have IUDs placed before arriving, but many are on the pill and so some forget to take them regularly or may take meds that interfere with the contraceptive hormones effectiveness which can lead to complications.

Wall-fucked: One of the first sexual intercourse positions a female dive-sex student learns is being taken when backed against a wall, wall-fucked, because that’s what happens most often, either against a dressing room or pool house wall or the pool wall itself. Initially she’s taken in a small encounter salle used as a dressing area where she can get used to putting on the beavertail jacket (with her partner’s help) over a thong bikini and learning to fasten the twist lock closures holding the neoprene snugly over her vulva. She learns to check that her FemCap is inserted and is covering her cervix before inserting 10 ml of silicone based DiveGel+ from a disposable applicator into her vagina. She will need the DiveGel for lubrication when penetrated underwater. Each student dives with several spare applicators of the silicone gel in case she needs additional lube while underwater. We tell the students to wear an old bikini because it’s difficult to get the lube out of a swimsuit.

Almost all of the students try at least once to be penetrated while balanced en pointe to feel the tightened grip from their clenched pelvic muscles. Wearing pool pointes for this is often ideal because the boxes will flex with the wearer’s weight when she is out of the water while the polymer shanks provide the needed support. I like watching a student get wall fucked for the first time en pointe because it’s such a transitional experience for most of them taking penetrative sex to a higher plane because it’s a far more intense encounter. Often she is shocked by her partner’s size and wonders if she can handle his length, especially when she is backed against the studio or pool house wall so she is not as deep as when entered from behind. We try to anatomically match partners with students being taken against a wall, with the larger men going with those who have shown an interest in rough sex. We are proud of the size of our male escort’s equipment most of which is 8’or longer and at least 2’ in diameter, so our students are provided an amazing penetrative experience!

I love watching a new SI student who thinks she is experienced and enjoys rough sex being entered by her trainer for the first time. He backs her against the wall, unzips and unfastens the twist locks of her beavertail, has her rise sur les pointe a la seconde and fingers her clit while fondling her breasts and sucking her nipples. Once she is wet he is gentle and enters her slowly and in stages, but when he reaches her greatest depth and still has more to give things get interesting. He can fondle her clit and get her smoking hot and she may tent a bit more, but he will usually still pound her cervix and when their pelvises slam together she is lifted off the platforms of her pointes as he puts his entire weight behind his thrusts. There are gasps and moans, mewing, whimpers and often screams as he force fits himself completely inside her while she quivers, pants and occasionally faints due to the pressure on her G-spot and cervix from his size and the uncontrolled spasming of her vaginal muscles during orgasm. It’s then that the neoprene of her jacket protects her back while her bun or high ponytail protects her head from being repeatedly and violently slammed against the wall by the force of his thrusts. In a surprisingly short time most of the students learn to like being taken that way, but occasionally there are one or two who are injured so badly that they have to withdraw from the course.

Breeding fantasies and masturbating at Tahoe

Aimée’s Mom, Adèle, in a French wetsuit at Lake Tahoe
Getting started and dive-sex: Aimée’s mom, one of Tanaquil’s last étoile level toe-girl/courtesans, has come to spent a few weeks with Aimée and sample the local men while taking dive-sex lessons and diving Lake Tahoe with a few of us. We have been using Adolph’s chalet on the lake as base. She has been in Vegas for several weeks and is staying in a suite at The Lorelei, Adolph’s Spa in the hills outside of town. I offered to put her up, but she wanted privacy as she is sampling the delights of a series of local stallions (provided by Pirate, my procurer of choice) that have particular kinks which meet her needs. I think she believes I would prove a distraction to the men she has chosen, and I can’t blame her for that.

Adèle’s home is outside Paris and six months ago she had a GyneFix (with the strings removed prior to insertion) implanted for contraception so her menses have settled down and she just needs gas-guard training for dive-sex. When she first arrived I took her to Chris, our clinic’s male Gyn, to be fitted for one. She wanted a FemCap, but her pelvic anatomy wasn’t suitable for a cap because she has given birth and so a FemCap is much more likely to displace off her cervix. However her vagina is perfect for an 80mm Reflexions flat spring diaphragm (the same type and size I wear as a gas guard) so that’s what she got. She also got a 70mm All-Flex silicone diaphragm to use during surface-sex while with breeding fantasy fetishists so they can easily under-thrust it. She was also fitted for a custom made Penetrator plug and asked for expedited manufacture so she could get it in four days. Jacques, Gigi’s father, has been giving her dive-sex lessons when she wears her 80mm flat spring D to increase her confidence that it is nearly impossible to under-thrust and will prevent water or air being forced into her uterus when her vagina floods during dive-sex. Vaginal flooding doesn’t occur every time a woman has dive sex, but it happens more frequently at first while she is developing her own technique. Jacques is my main partner when we are both in town, but I don’t mind him drilling Adèle since it gives me an opportunity to troll for partners with Anya in the Meat Market at Naughty Pleasures.

Breeding fantasies: Adèle is interested in meeting men with breeding fantasy fetishes where every time they ejaculate in a woman they are hoping she will become preggers by him. From what research I’ve done this seems to be a pretty common fantasy among men – Jacques, Gigi’s father, makes his living doing it in real life – and for every man who enters a woman w/o wearing a condom there is a chance that he will impregnate her, so I think most men secretly hope they are powerful enough biologically and in the bedroom that regardless of the precautions taken by the woman their offspring will be growing in the gorgeous woman’s hard flat belly.

She specifically asked Pirate to let her choose among his stallions with major breeding fantasies as they seem to be more devious with their partners in matters of contraception. She is telling the breeders who she is having sex with that she is using only barriers – diaphragms and condoms – for protection and since her GyneFix is stringless and she is cycling naturally there is no way for them to know differently. She loves the cat-and-mouse games they play with her; slitting the end of their condom with a fingernail while positioning themselves for penetration or under-thrusting her under-sized All-Flex diaphragm. Her breeder watches while she inserts and checks to see that the All-Flex is covering her cervix knowing that an All-Flex is very easy to under-thrust and fill with his seed when he has her wound so tight during orgasm that she is quivering like Jell-O in an earthquake and can hardly breath and he thinks she is unaware of what he’s doing inside her. She and her partners are lying like rugs to one another which makes the sex even more exciting and she is enjoying every moment of it! She is particularly happy during her fertile days when she is slippery wet with fertile cervical mucus and her duty stallion nails her several times per encounter. The five stallions who are drilling her have a pool going for a thousand dollars to see which of them impregnates her. They figure if she aborts they can have the fetus tested for paternity and if she delivers they can hack the L&D suite at the hospital to get the baby’s DNA.

Diving Lake Tahoe: Adèle had brought along her own Beuchat wetsuit and insisted on trying to wear it at Tahoe even though the daily high temps were in the 40s, but it was far too cold – the surface of the lake is at about 6,200 feet – for a wetsuit (which accounts for the frustrated expression on her face) so she ended up wearing one of my red heavy rubber Avon drysuits, an Interspiro FFM, thermal undies, hood and gloves. We sucked gas from single Worthington HP steel 130 cu ft tanks and breathed Nitrox II (36 % oxygen). Since we were both in drysuits and had Penetrator plugs inserted I took her down to a shelf at a depth of 135 feet so we could practice drysuit masturbation with her new Penetrator plug. She’d never masturbated underwater before much less in a drysuit at a depth of 135 feet so she had a very good time!

AST students, escorts and training

An escort having the health of her cervix checked.

The Photo: A new escort trainee having a routine pelvic before being fitted for her first Penetrator plug. She will wear her Penetrator at all times (except to remove it for cleaning) using it to become accustomed to the sensation and strengthen the grip of her vaginal muscles during her training except when she is with a male trainer.

AST and Penetrator plugs: All our AST students at St Lucy’s have been fitted for Penetrator plugs to be worn in the classroom and when not involved in encounters requiring vaginal penetration. The shaft of the Penetrator will allow the student to clench her vaginal muscles gripping the plug to strengthen the bands of muscles surrounding her birth canal. All the students have been training with Ben Wa balls for at least a year so this is a step up in training. Wearing a Penetrator requires that the woman’s pubes be totally nude so we recommend Brazilian waxing (Body Buffers has a salon on campus) but a few students initially prefer to shave or use a depilatory cream. Those students almost always decide waxing is better and simpler before the first semester is over. The plugs anti-expulsion ridge that fits up behind the woman’s pubic bone prevents clenching of her vaginal muscles from expelling the plug so she can really bear down while clenching.

All Penetrator plugs are custom made to the exact dimensions of the woman’s pelvic anatomy. The thickness of her pubic bone, the depth of her introitus, the depth and angle of her vagina when not aroused, the width of her perineal canal, the width and length of her vulva and the size of her clitoris that will be under the grope shield. The Plug is a precision fit so DiveGel+ is used as an intimate lubricant and sealant so that once she becomes used to it the woman can wear her plug comfortably all day if necessary. There is a urine vent in the convex head so it, unlike the earlier versions the plug, doesn’t have to be removed to pee. Once properly inserted the plug creates a vacuum in the vagina that requires being broken with the perineal removal tab, by pulling the tab down and forward, to break the vacuum before the plug can be pulled out.

The semesters first IUD expulsion: Last week we had a ballet student in my Contemporary Sexual Health course expel her ParaGard IUD during a lab exercise when her partner gave her a rare (for a student that young) cervical orgasm that caused her uterus to cramp so severely it bent the arms of her ParaGard and then expelled it. She was wearing a ball-gag to muffle her screams and afterward she said she rather enjoyed the pain. She was examined by our Gyn and her uterine wall wasn’t perforated, there wasn’t even any bleeding to speak of so she will be fine. She asked to have a GyneFix implanted to replace the ParaGard so as soon s her uterus rests for a few days she will be given a GyneFix which is covered by her Student Health insurance. In the meantime she will be using FC2s for protection. But it isn’t the IUD expulsion she is talking about it’s her cervical orgasm where her partner was thrusting into her posterior fornix. It’s really quite rare for a 16 y/o to have a cervical orgasm and she wants more.

The use of escorts during AST: For my Advanced Sexual techniques course at St Lucy’s we use both male and female escorts for lecture demonstrations. Females are used to demonstrate proper positions and pelvic muscle training and are selected for the depth and well developed muscle tone of their vagina’s as well as their beauty, personality and sexual experience. Male escorts are carefully selected and are chosen for the size of their genitalia and their skill in using it as well as their looks, personality and sexual experience. We have three times the number of men as women escorts because of the need to have a male lab partner (trainer) for each student. For the select few men and women chosen the STI screening is very thorough and frequent to ensure the trainer/demonstrator’s are sexually healthy at all times.

Male trainer rotation: To minimize the likelihood of students becoming emotionally involved with their male trainers we rotate lab partners. Rotation also gives the individual student experience with a wide variety of men, though are all well above average as far as equipment and skill are concerned. Given the emotional immaturity of some students occasionally our best efforts are circumvented and a relationship is established. However, if that should occur the man is eliminated from the training rotation and its associated perks. If that isn’t sufficient he is blacklisted from working in any capacity in Vegas. Male escorts selected as AST partner/trainers understand what a sweet arrangement they have that permits increasing their training experience with a variety of students at the age of consent and older while being paid for their work so they discourage emotional relationships with their training partners.

Vaginal biocide: To minimize the likelihood that having so many different partners will contribute to vaginal bacteria overgrowth problems such as BV, or yeast we all use DiveGel+ (that has a biocide in it) as an intimate lube so cases of bacterial overgrowth are very rare for students who routinely lube up with DiveGel+. Silicone based DiveGel is ideal as a base for application of biocides and spermicide and is safe for use with the latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm with which all AST students are fitted and which is worn by our professional escorts for upper reproductive tract protection during dive-sex and to protect from under-thrusting when worn as back-up during a hormonal birth control failure.

AST and pregnancy: All AST students are tested for pregnancy weekly in the presence of a Student Health nurse so there is no possibility of a student using a foreign urine sample brought in to spoof the test. Most have had GyneFix IUDs implanted or one of the framed IUDs such as the copper ParaGard or the progestin Mirena, but even with those there is a very slight chance of pregnancy and with Mirena ectopic pregnancies make up a significant percentage of the ones that do occur. So since the AST students will all be taking dive-sex instruction during which wearing a gas guard is mandatory the AST girls are encouraged to always wear their Reflexions diaphragms when with their lab partner/trainers so upper reproductive tract protection will become a habit and a natural part of a students training regimen. Both Plan B one step and ella are available at all times for St Lucy’s students and employees who think they may have had a birth control failure. And should a pregnancy occur the student has the option of having it terminated (paid for by Student Health) or resigning. In the years I’ve been at St Lucy’s we have had no students who have resigned due to pregnancy.