Deep Desire

A Deep Desire girl modeling a waterproof Odile tutu

Aberdeen recreational sex: Before we left Scotland Tanaquil wanted Anya and me to visit Taryn’s new Aberdeen recreational sex facility, Deep Desire. She saw an unfilled need from some North Sea oil field workers. It’s a place especially designed for the technical divers who work on the rigs in ice cold seas wearing armored diving suits or for shallow water work on the rigs structure in specially heated dry suits. There has been a lot of dive activity since the August 13th Oil spill leaking from a Royal Dutch Shell pipeline in the North Sea from a pipe leading to the Gannet Alpha platform, located 112 miles east of Aberdeen. Tani says that sort of very dangerous work requiring highly skilled divers has increased the need for a facility catering to a client’s interest in rough and very deep penetration dive-sex as a favorite form of stress release. I love men who know what they want and take their pleasure from women strong enough to withstand giving it to them. There are a surprising number of divers with ballerina fantasies involving dive sex and not all that many women escorts who are or can pass as dancers with the skill to act out an underwater sex fantasy with a commercial diver who is into underwater deep penetration so there are currently openings on the staff for women who can qualify.

The fantasy part is the woman is in a bikini and silicone pool pointes so her body is totally accessible for fondling in a 15 ft deep encounter pool of 85° F water. There are other clothing options the client can choose where the escort enters the water clad in a neoprene wetsuit or latex catsuit and the client gets to help her strip before penetration or he can just enter her through the relief zipper of her suit. And, the client – for an additional fee – can watch her being dressed in the dive gear he will help her strip out off.

When Anya and I visited Deep Desire we were welcome additions to the staff that day. My favorite client (I had three in eight hours) wanted me to wear a red latex Polymorphe catsuit available from the company costumer. I also chose to wear a matching anonymity hood. The anonymity hood was at my insistence since it seals well and it protects my hair from the pool chemicals and I didn’t want the client to see my face. My body is unmarked so there is no way to identify me from just body images. I was in my luteal phase when I had my day of Deep Desire encounters so I wasn’t at my deepest – which is when I’m fertile and my cervix is ripe; soft, open and high, but when penetrated from behind I could still comfortably take 9 ½ inches so I was pretty sure I could give my North Sea diver clients a good time. I knew my favorite had watched me being suited up and inserting my Reflexions gas guard and the silicone based intimate lube DiveGel and I was somewhat aroused by knowing that I was the object of a wonderfully hunky voyeur.

The rubberist and my diaphragm: When I came out to meet him on the pool surround he asked without any embarrassment why I was wearing a diaphragm. He said he loved the idea of vaginal rubber, but was curious since most women he knew were on the pill. I told him there were two reasons, first I didn’t like hormonal birth control, but equally as important for underwater sex a diaphragm is a safety feature every woman should use to prevent getting PID from having water forced into her uterus by the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusting if her vagina should flood, a common occurrence, during an underwater sexual encounter. He was amazed to learn the importance of a gas guard to a woman’s underwater safety and was delighted to learn there was an important piece of rubber feminine protection dive gear as he was a rubberist and now can get a thrill just knowing women routinely wear covert latex, especially since it provides such intimate protection.

I am naturally sexually assertive even when I’m luteal, but it was his fantasy and so I let him tell me what he wanted me to do. He helped me into my SCUBA set and an OTS Guardian FFM and fastened a weight belt around my waist. I didn’t need the weight belt because I had 2 lb weights screwed on to the platforms of my pool pointes that more than offset any air trapped in my anonymity hood, but his fantasy was with a latex suited girl in a weight belt so I wore it. With all the weight it did make it easier to keep the platforms of my pool pointes on the pool bottom while doing a ‘bottom barre’ for him to demonstrate my flexibility and how the Polymorphe latex suit did not limit it in any way.

He was young, only 27 and told me he had been, “trying to save myself for when I came ashore.” so he wasn’t into masturbation for release and as a result he had a huge amount of pent up sexual energy (though he did admit to having wet dreams) which he focused on me. He was magnificent! Delightfully thick, rock hard and a bit more than 9 inches long so he completely filled me and for such a young man he knew how to use the equipment he had been given to repeatedly send me into a series of G-spot orgasms each more powerful than the one before until I wondered if he was going to cause me to exhaust my air before his stamina gave out. He was in such immense need that he came in me six times under his own power and I ripple gripped him twice more sucking his seed into my belly with my vaginal muscles before he indicated he wanted me to stop because he was too sore to continue. Actually, he was so spent that after we surfaced I had to help him out of the pool. He was so embarrassed! Though she came away from Deep Desire well satisfied I don’t think Anya had nearly as good a time as I did.

Naughty Pleasures and Trop. storm Lee: When the Gulf of Mexico oil platforms were evacuated this week for Lee some of our regulars came back to Vegas and to our casino’s cabaret, Naughty Pleasures. We had missed them for a year or so as a lot of Gulf operations were closed down after the BP oil spill, but now activity is beginning to return to normal, just in time for peak hurricane season. Now that Lee is moving on-shore in another day or two the guys will be going back out on the rigs, but we are having a lot of girls filled with semen whose services were paid for with oil company paychecks.

Taking inventory

A vintage Louis Vuitton Trunk similar to the ones Shelly’s husband used.

Shelly’s husbands belongings: Returning readers will remember that in my October 29, 2009 entry ‘Disappearances at sea’ Shelly’s husband’s lawyer told us that her husband and a woman originally thought to be his wife had disappeared from a luxury cruise ship while at sea in the Caribbean. Her husband’s and his most recent bedmate’s belongings arrived this morning. The cruise line sent them FedEx! I would have thought that their things would have been kept by whoever is responsible for investigating their disappearances until it has been decide what happened. Anyway, their stuff is here, dirty laundry and all.

His fetishwear came packed haphazardly in the two vintage Louis Vuitton trunks it was typically packed in when he traveled, along with modern Vuitton suitcases for his regular clothes. His girlfriend’s things were in a large theatrical wardrobe trunk. No wonder they needed a suite, they needed a separate stateroom for luggage storage!

The inventory: Shelly and I inventoried their things to see if we could determine what they were wearing when they disappeared. One thing is certain; his paramour wasn’t all that fastidious about her personal hygiene. It wasn’t her lingerie that was stained with semen, vaginal secretions and some blood as though she might have been spotting, that could have been sent to the shipboard laundry. There were no open packages of tampons or menstrual pads so it must have been recent or something she thought she could contain by wearing a diaphragm while penetrated. There was a package of vaginal yeast cream, a topical estrogen cream, a partial pack of birth control pills (Yaz) with 2 active pills remaining and a new pack of Yaz that was unopened. The thing that caused me to question her personal hygiene was that her butt plug still had Vaseline and feces on it, of her set of three vagina/anal hooks the two smaller ones were crusted with secretions and the largest one was missing. And the beavertail of her white 3 mm neoprene wetsuit jacket was crusty with bloody coitial discharge. Perhaps she was interrupted and didn’t have a chance to clean her equipment after playing with Rubberstud. The largest of her Pyrex dildos was missing as well. Also missing from its bag was a black heavy rubber Polymorphe encasement suit that would provide no buoyancy in the water along with a pair of weighted pool-pointes – silicone pointe shoes with weighted platforms - that keep the diver on the bottom of a pool for dive-sex when there is nothing to tether an ankle leash to. Also missing is her fellatio guard that is used to keep the airway open during very intense sex. So it appears that she was wearing her Polymorphe encasement suit, had the large Pyrex dildo, a large anal hook and a fellatio guard inserted and had her feet tied into weighted pool pointes.

His fetishwear trunks were missing a black heavy rubber Polymorphe encasement suit, a pair of Gepetto’s Pleasure boots (which you will remember that he was expert in wearing) and a very large stainless steel butt-plug, two pairs of steel hand-cuffs and a fellatio guard. Also missing were two 20-foot sections of ¼ inch stainless steel chain and two padlocks. If they went over the side wearing what seems to be missing from their trunks there was no hope that they would have floated for even a minute or two. With the weight of all that metal they would have sunk immediately and with the fellatio guards holding their mouths open neither had a chance to even hold their breaths.

Jacques

A Reflexions flat spring latex diaphragm

Reflexions girls: We have two students who wear 65 mm Reflexions flat spring latex diaphragms as gas guards. The Reflexions has a thinner rim so it will fit into a shallow pubic notch and the rim compresses in a long oval so it is a very strong device and is easier to insert correctly than a coil spring rim. The latex dome has a metallic silver sheen to it so it has a very attractive look. Worn by a totally waxed teen (except for scalp hair and eyebrows) in a transparent body condom and ballet heels to display her lovely figure a Reflexions latex disc inserted always gives a girl that extra bit of confidence that makes her stand out in competition of any kind. Even though flat spring rims are made for women with shallow pubic notches they are the second most popular diaphragm – and the only latex option - for use as a gas guard.

Capezio Aerial pointe shoes: Our security and wait-staff wear Reflexions while on the job as well since they occasionally find themselves in situations that require gas guards, especially when their uniforms include black leather Capezio Aerial (style191) pointe shoes. Since the women all have to be experienced dancers with at least three years of professional experience dancing en pointe we tried a number of makers and styles of pointes to see which ones worked well for those applications. It turned out the Capezio Aerial style holds up longer and overall was preferred so the girls all wear custom fitted special make up (SMU) black leather Aerials. I have several pairs myself and have found them to be attractive and comfortable shoes.

Halloween and fertility: I was CD9 and fertile yesterday (Halloween) so I was particularly interested when we held an unofficial poll of women at the Halloween party I attended to see what they were using for contraception. Shelly, Marie-Claude and Taryn all have GyneFix implants and of course I have an Oves sucking on my cervix. There were three 20 somethings with Mirena (the progestin) IUDs and seven women on various brands of pills as well as two who had NuvaRing inserted. By the end of the evening we all needed our birth control to have been effective. I was the only guest there who was using a barrier as my primary method though those swimming also wore gas guards for protection during dive-sex. I thought the availability of dive-sex was risky because everyone had been drinking and alcohol and diving can be a hazardous combination. But the party committee insisted. Poor judgment and vomiting when submerged can lead to fatalities while diving and dive-sex can be stressful enough w/o complicating factors. Fortunately there were no dive accidents.

One of the new women organizers of the charity affair who didn’t know Taryn thought at 18 she was a bit too young to be attending an ‘every-woman-for-herself’ sort of orgy that these Halloween parties have developed into over the last few years. The husbands and most of the single men there knew better; that behind her lovely innocent looking face is an unbelievably erotic imagination, a body to match and the ability and willingness to use it. Taryn was so anxious to exceed expectations in her costuming that I had to get her to dress down a bit so she didn’t out shine the co-chairwomen of the charity affair. They don’t know about her Adult Media empire, but her personal sexual appetites (which I have encouraged Taryn to slake at every opportunity) have become legend, so there was no possibility of her being refused, though she was seen as an object of jealousy by many of the wives. Of course it helped that she gave a generous donation to the charity. It came, supposedly, from her trust fund, but actually it was directly from one of the off-shore accounts that hold the profits from her adult media empire. Every penny, after all legal tax avoidance measures, is reported to the IRS so she isn’t hiding her fortune like the UBS clients who were caught recently. Taryn carefully selected the admirers with whom she shared her charms. During the evening she took four. Only the richest and most powerful were permitted entrance to her garden of delights where she exhausted even the most legendary bulls among them.

Incognito: After Robin and I made our entrance and circulated for a while Taryn and I excused ourselves and she helped me change into a wait-staff costume; a black latex Polymorphe catsuit with zippered crotch, a helmet mask that hid my face except for my nostrils, eyes and mouth and matching black latex gloves. I wore a pair of well broken in black leather Capezio Aerial pointes and inserted a Reflexions with an RFID chip that identified me as a security supervisor so I could have access to all parts of the estate. Dressed that way no one knew my identity and I could circulate w/o being an agenda item on male guest’s to-do list. Gepetto’s organization was providing the security and catering so I had already alerted his on-site security chief that I would be wearing a security supervisor ID as I tested a new device for Gepetto. Dressed as wait-staff I was (by tradition) available for sex with any of the guests who desired me. The reality was that I refused several approaches, but in such a flirty way that I left the disappointed men smiling and looking forward to the next time we met.

A New bull in the pasture: My disguise was so I could approach a new man in town, (who I’ll call Jacques or James) to get to know him a bit before we were formally introduced. He is a French industrialist in his mid forties who made his fortune in armaments and who is now looking for places to invest in the U.S. Like Shelly’s husband he is thinking about investing in Vegas casino/resorts while prices are depressed. Also like Shelly’s husband he is known as a master swordsman and bedroom bull but he is a recent widower, his ballet dancer wife having died of ovarian cancer. He is a patron of the Paris Opera Ballet and has dated Marie-Claude - who is on leave from the POB and the most recent addition to my casino’s ballet troupe - which I think may have been what brought him to Las Vegas. I found Jacques being introduced around by one of the co-chairwomen and being dressed as part of the help I waited for an opportunity to approach him with a tray of drinks or canapés. While I waited I used the grand piano as a barre and began doing limbering up exercises, tendus, plié, relevé, dégagé en l’air where I knew he could see me and I soon caught his eye as I knew I would. As I did double and triple pirouettes he approached and asked if I was a dancer. I said I was, and he commented that this was a strange location and costume in which to take class. He also complimented me on my body and classical technique and the fact that he had never seen dancers, other than his wife, wearing leather pointes, though he knew they could be special ordered. I asked if he was new in town and when he said he was asked if there was anything I could do to make his stay more enjoyable. He said he was fascinated by the house and would like to see more of it. I told him I was a security supervisor so I could show him the house if he liked.

That’s all it took to cut him out of the herd and I whisked him through a locked door into the rest of the mansion and had him all to myself. I told him the mansion belonged to a very dear friend and I knew my way around it well. I showed him the 64 foot deep pool (‘the pit’) and the dive-gear room and he asked, “Why in Gods name would anyone want with a pool that deep?” “Fetish diving and dive-sex,” I said. His reply was, Ahhh! We went through the solarium and the commercial kitchen and I turned on the lights in the solar collector field and showed him part of the solar power generation capacity that powers the house. Then we went into one of the guest wings where he congratulated me on how knowledgeable I was about the house. In one of the bedrooms I stepped into his personal space and asked if there was anything at all I could do for him as I took his hand in mine rose en pointe and guided his hand between my legs and against the tab of my crotch zipper. I could see that he was very pleased with what was happening as his erection ruined the drape of his slacks. I asked if he wanted me and in a husky voice growled, “Very much”. He said he “had no condoms”. “No problem”. I said, I’d had his medical file hacked and knew he was clean and had just gotten his card from the Health service so he was a newly screened player in town.

Reliving memories: I asked how he would like to take me. He asked if I could remain en pointe while being penetrated from behind. I said yes. By then my crotch zipper was open and with one hand I was holding on to the barre along one bedroom wall and watching in the mirror as I guided his tip with the other. He was dripping pre-cum as I placed it between my engorged labia wet with my natural lube and he began to penetrate me. I adjusted my hips a bit widening my stance in second position and he tightened his grip on my latex sheathed hips and stepped closer and then with a single strong thrust he slid all the way inside me until our pelvises hit and I gasped in delight! He was a gentleman giving me my pleasure, a marvelously toe curling vaginal orgasm, before getting off himself planting about 300 million sperm per ml of semen up against the thin latex dome of my Reflexions diaphragm. After he finished inside me I remained fully penetrated as he gripped my hips while telling me he hadn’t had sex that marvelous since he took his wife while she wore leather Repetto pointes in that same position two years ago, just before she was diagnosed with cancer. I thought that was one of the most touching and heart felt compliments I’d ever gotten.

Afterward: As I walked him back to the party he said, “You aren’t really in security are you?” I just laughed and asked what gave him that idea. He said I was too knowledgeable about the house and proud of it for it not to be mine. I led him back through the locked door into the party area and as we parted told him I hoped we would have an opportunity to meet again. He said he was certain of it and kissed my hand.

An Obsessive Compulsive collector

Collector’s passions

The Collector: I have known Adolph (not his real name) for about a year, but had seen him as a spectator at my KP-Boot fights for at least a year before that. We made eye contact several times – especially when I held up one of my vanquished opponents boots - but he never approached me and I wasn’t interested in dating fight fans so it was left at that. It was only after he learned I was working for the Families in town on special assignments that required cleanup that he had his personal assistant contact me. I met him for lunch at one of Vegas’s best steak houses. He had a business proposition he wanted me to consider and it was this: for female victims who the Family had no interest in he wanted the right of first refusal of their bodies, clothing and personal effects. I told him that I had harvesting rights to all clothing and other possessions, but after I took what I wanted I would let him have first refusal of what was left, and usually there is a great deal remaining to get rid of, as long as we could agree on details so I could be assured there would be no bodies he had gotten from me ever found.

Collecting with OCD: He agreed to my terms since we both recognize I am in a unique position to provide the sorts of things he collects that are extremely difficult to get - especially relatively fresh bodies of attractive young women - so he didn’t quibble about price, the security arrangements or waste disposal needed for this sort of transaction. It’s not that I need the money; I have far more than I can ever spend if I lived like an Empress. It’s just that I hate to let something of value pass through my hands w/o making a profit. He’s happy, I’m happy and the mess is tidied up so it’s a win-win. It really is amazing the number of young blonds trying to enter the trade who end up being available on the after-market as parts. Adolph is concentrating on expanding his ballet boot collection though he started by collecting ballerina’s autographed pointe-shoes and has some pairs going back to the late 1800s. He is particularly interested in leather pointes and special orders, anything out of the ordinary on which he can exercise his Obsessive-Compulsive energies. I’ve never been around a collector with OCD before so I have to be careful not to touch anything w/o permission.

Collectors choice: After I supplied him with a particularly fine body, a lovely 18 y/o my size in butterscotch Polymorphe latex and a pair of Gepetto’s Pleasure boots who had been dead for less than five hours and who was nearly unmarked – her customer killed her by compressing her carotid arteries until her brain died from lack of oxygen - Adolph offered to show me his collection. He said I was the only person he had allowed into the vault where he keeps his most important items, the oldest and rarest in the collection. Rarity is relative so new styles and technology appear but as they are superseded their place in the contemporary portion of his collection changes. I was particularly interested to see what he had done with some of the bodies I had supplied. Several were submerged still in their latex encasement suits in large glass tubes of formalin, an aqueous solution of formaldehyde, while others had survived only as a leg in a ballet boot to show a particularly fine arch or the beautiful stitching of a the toe box on a pair of Gepettos Pleasure boots. Along side each example was the (often bloody) padding from the woman’s toes from her other foot so he could marvel at the pain she must have endured while practicing her trade while en pointe.

Being complimented: I had worn a pair of Gepetto’s Pleasure boots for the tour of his collection and he commented on how beautiful my legs and boots are which I tried to take in a positive manner and not get too creeped-out by the very real possibility that he is envious of my skill in ballet boots and hungers for my boots possibly still filled with my feet and legs in formalin filled jars as exhibits in his collection. After the tour - it was the day after I had supplied him with the fresh butterscotch Polymorphe blond I mentioned above - we had dinner in his dining room that has a huge window with an amazing view to the east overlooking the city as dusk fell and the lights of the strip blazed below us.

Dinner conversation: Over a delicious meal of a thinly sliced and very tender meat I hadn’t tasted before he asked me about my fetishes and I told him about my fascination with wearing latex and leather encasement suits previous owners had died in as well as gasmasks. But, admitted that my especial interests run to pointe shoes, ballet boots and cervical barriers. He was particularly interested in my teaching barrier contraception and dive-sex at St Lucy’s, because he has a niece who entered St Lucy’s last Fall. He said knowing she was a student of mine for contemporary sexual health made him feel more secure about her safety, because, “there are monsters out there who only see women as objects of desire”, and I wondered who he had in mind?

Adolph told me he had been a Gynecologist with a 30 year career and a practice on the Upper East Side of NYC. He had invented some special Gyn instruments and made a fortune and retired to Vegas to concentrate on building his special collections. He is an expert cook and has a commercial grade kitchen where we had begun our conversation as he prepared our dinner himself. After the meal he asked me how I liked it and what I thought of the salad and entrée. I was fascinated with the salad dressing, a ginger marmalade with tiny chunks of meat in it and the entrée, melt-in-your-mouth thin slices of a delicate meat broiled with crushed rosemary and served in a butter reduction sauce mixed with its natural juices. He seemed pleased and asked if I could identify either or both meats. I was certain I had never tried either and couldn’t identify the taste though in the salad the bits were mostly masked by the ginger. I thought the entrée tasted a bit like pork, but I was pretty certain it wasn’t. When I couldn’t guess what they were he told me. The meat in the salad dressing was the finely chopped cervix and ovaries, and the entrée was the uterus of the butterscotch Polymorphe blond. A chill ran up my spine and I gasped, but was proud that I didn’t feel the least bit nauseous.

Seconds: Actually, I asked if I could have several more slices of uterus so I could fix the taste in my mind and palate. He was delighted and as I ate he explained that the uterus of a nulliparous woman (one who hadn’t given birth) was what this recipe called for because the stretching of the uterus during pregnancy makes it very tough and only good for things like barbecue. Now there is something I’ll have to keep in mind! As we chatted about the delicate flavor of a broiled nulliparous uterus I thought he didn’t look at all like Anthony Hopkins. But then in real life sociopaths look quite normal, what ever normal means.

My new death rubber

A House of Harlot latex enclosure suit similar to the one I peeled off a dead rubber-chick

Desert rubber-chicks: It's very hot (105° F +) here in the desert in the summer and one thing a rubber-chick must avoid out here is getting caught in the sun for prolonged intervals while encased in rubber. Last week we found a rubber-chick who was suited up in black latex and left in black a car left in the sun. The temperature inside must have been 150°s if it was a degree and there was no sign of a struggle so she had probably been given a sedative of some sort. Taryn and I found her off Route 95 toward Indian Springs when we were on the way to the ranch. The girl must have died of heatstroke in less than an hour. She had recently had sex – with her killer? She was still draining semen as I peeled her suit off. The dead girl’s zippers were tightly closed and when I opened them to strip her in addition to the sweaty latex odor there must have been 2 quarts of sweat that poured out. Of course she had stopped sweating before she died as her body shut down. When I checked her protection she had a well used 65mm Ortho coil spring diaphragm inserted but was wearing it dry (no spermicide in the dome) so she was probably wearing it as a sports shield. I kept her 65mm coil as part of the set but it is much too small for me to wear for protection as I take an 80mm in a diaphragm though we are about the same size, except for our pelvic anatomy.

A hit or fatal S&M play: After I pulled off her gasmask (she wasn’t using a rebreather bag) I couldn't tell at first from the look on her face if she was smiling or if she had been terrified. I think she may have been very scared at the end if she was aware that her body was overheating. I wonder if she was dreaming or paralyzed and was aware of what was happening but was unable to help herself. I didn’t recognize her and I’m familiar with most rubber-chicks who circulate in the local clubs so she must have been new in town. The SUV she was found in was a rental that had been stolen. It doesn’t look like a Family hit but it could have been by an outside contractor or perhaps it was an S&M game that got a bit too intense and went bad and she was left to die alone. There may have been two people involved in leaving her because someone had to drive the car to where it was found, it was unlocked and the keys were on the driver’s seat, and someone had to pick up the driver. There was someone’s DNA from the semen sample but I’m betting there wouldn’t have been a match. Once I decided to strip her for her suit I couldn’t leave her to be found so we took her to the old tannery and after I took what I wanted she went into the quicklime pond. I tossed her ballet boots in too since they were poor quality and not my size.

My new ‘death rubber’: Returning readers know I collect rubber fetishwear in which women have died while having sex, hence the name ‘death rubber’ when the suits are made of latex or neoprene. My friends think I'm a bit strange but that’s the way I’m kinked. I love wearing a dead woman’s latex skin because I believe that I can sense what the person was like (not always a pleasant experience but still a thrill) and can feed on some of their energy that is still embedded in the rubber of the suit if I can harvest it fairly soon after her death. The dead woman’s essence lingering in her clothing is the case for death-leathers as well but in my experience seemingly not to the same extent as the spirit of the dead woman left in latex even if I can remove the leathers from her body within 24 hours after she died. This rubber-chick whose fetish-rubber I’m wearing was fully encased in the zippered suit, ballet boots, heavy rubber gloves, mask/helmet and gasmask but no rebreather bag, which for a fully kitted out rubber-chick is unusual. I wonder if she lost her rebreather bag when she was loaded in to the car. I'm wearing most of it now except for the gloves so I can type, her ballet boots (not my size) so I’m wearing my own Gepettos custom pointe boots and my own Mestel SGE 400 gas mask while her mask is being fumigated.

Her suit really is a wonderful addition to my collection. It’s a lovely vintage House of Harlot rubber encasement suit of wonderfully stretchy heavy black latex with full zipper crotch and breast access with helmet/mask and gloves. It is a Polymorphe design but an up-market knockoff made for heavy use. Even being a knock-off the latex is high quality, the seams smoothly and fully welded and the zippers good quality so it’s an excellent addition to my collection. I'm wearing it as I type this entry and Pirate has already ‘christened’ it taking me from behind not more than 2 hours ago as I balanced en pointe in an old comfy pair of Freeds. So now I’m still draining his seed. One of the nice things about House of Harlot suits is that their zippers are waterproof so I’m sitting a puddle of Pirate’s semen that has pooled in my crotch. Another thing about this suit is that it was custom made for a chick my size with C-cup breasts so I can wear it comfortably even when my breasts are engorged and I need to be milked. I have a large Pyrex dildo inserted – since I’m CD15 and ovulated yesterday and still in need of sexual release.- so I can play with myself as I compose this entry. Also, the A/C is turned up so I don't melt in this wonderful suit while I’m fucking myself.

A Dive-Chick tests positive

After a pill failure Anna stresses her implants during ‘quiet time’ as she considers her options.


Pregnant: Katrina, one of the adult media actresses here videoing in the pit, tested positive for hCG Friday morning. Her staring scenes were pretty much completed for the next few days, but she was still doing background work so Cyndi filled in for her the rest of the day since we don’t allow pregnant women to dive, even if they do intend to have a termination. That’s because they might change their minds and then there would be the possibility of pressure related birth defects. Since she wanted to be back at work as soon as possible we called ahead to the clinic and they were ready for her when we got there. I went with her and after signing the necessary releases she had a menstrual extraction and should be working-diving again by Monday. She felt fine an hour or two afterward and is wearing a diaphragm to collect the residual bleeding. She is on an antibiotic for ten days and Chuck, the Gyn who did her ME, said she could have sex as soon as she felt like it. She worked as a surface assistant (gofer) that afternoon. I’m just glad that if it had to happen it happened three days after she arrived so there is no doubt that she conceived before she arrived and none of my guys was responsible. The paperwork for an unintended pregnancy caused by a Pool Stallion, regardless of the releases previously signed, is a real headache! She said she thinks her pills failed because she was on antibiotics for a few days 7 weeks or so ago. An antibiotic decreasing the effectiveness of BCPs is such a common problem, especially when the woman is taking a very low dose (20mcg of estrogen) pill as Katrina is. I’m really surprised why there aren’t more prominent warnings.

A ‘wet-dream shop’ career: She’s a darling girl and at 19, blond with lovely long legs and a natural C-cup bust she is a man’s fantasy, which of course is why she is working for what Pirate calls a ‘wet-dream shop’ like Graphic Media. Working for that sort of org the money is good for now, but her career will be very short as her looks change with age. As far as moving up in the organization, there are so few jobs in management in that line of work and she isn’t built to be a security asset. She could work in industrial espionage penetrating similar organizations if she shows the guile for that sort of thing. The down side of industrial espionage in the Adult Media business is that agents often disappear never to be heard from again.

Vegas fetish rubber: To be in the trade the girls aren't all that experienced so Pirate loaned us a pride of Pool Stallions to make sure the girls had a good solid Vegas fetish experience and since they work a lot of rubber we went to one of Gepetto's rubber clubs Friday night. It was a rush but he outfitted all three in lovely Polymorphe butterscotch latex and boots. I didn't want any of them injured by random riders at the club so each having an experienced escort was the safest way to show them a good time. That way when they got drilled at least they knew he was clean and they wore their strapless FemCaps as thrust buffers, except Katrina who was wearing her silicone diaphragm. But since two are on the pill the FemCaps were secondary back-up. I had all three insert an applicator of Dive-Gel before we left for the club so they would be well lubed because their pills had reduced their ability to lubricate naturally. Katrina was wearing Semécide (an N9 spermicide made with Dive-Gel) in the dome of her diaphragm so she was quite safe. I don't think this crew had been doing much if any xxx work but their experiences here Friday night can't but help with their overall explicit media fetish education.

We spent four hours with the girls in Polymorphe latex, gasmasks; the Mil-Spec version of the Mestel SGE 400-3BB, and with their toes taped, padded and packed into pairs of Gepettos loaned high-end leather ballet boots. They only had to remove them three times in the four hours to relax cramping muscles which I thought amazing for girls not used to wearing BBs. But their diets and mineral levels are closely monitored so they won’t cramp while diving which probably explains why they did so well.

After they watched fascinated as girls in bar harnesses were being routinely drilled by random riders picked up in the club it was time for some action. Pirate and I started as he paraded me around the room so everyone got a good look at us before he led me up to the bar, unzipped my crotch and while I bent over the bar and he penetrated me. I gasped and arched my back as he entered me and the globe of my helmet briefly fogged over on the inside as I started panting and screamed when he took me to orgasm. After I’d lead the way the girls were taken onto the floor paraded around so everyone got a good look at their costumes and then in turn led to the bar and drilled. All three were drilled at least twice while standing in their BBs bent over the bar. One was still reluctant at first to have sex in a club, but we convinced her that with our male escorts she was quite safe. None are in monogamous relationships so the issue of ‘cheating’ and guilty consciences never came up. The custom double ended micro-zip back is a really nice feature of the Polymorphe that allows complete access for penetration from the rear. Given the girls relative inexperience they handled being drilled on their toes and walking in their BBs very well, with natural confident strides as the starlets they hope to become not the fearful mincing steps that make so many BB wearers look like repressed subs.

I had a 10:30 PM dinner reservation and took the entire party to the casinos high end restaurant, all still encased in Polymorphe latex, and we listened to the orchestra as we ate fillet mignon and salads. I was glad to see all the girls had good appetites because being an actress-diver takes a lot of energy. Afterward we stayed and danced for a while. We were all wearing heel guards so our spikes didn’t scar the floors and the footing was a bit more stable for the newbies. When we took the floor everyone else stopped dancing and watched. Even for Vegas it’s unusual to see four couples encased in Polymorphe latex in a mainstream restaurant-club aside from the fact that we looked like we knew what we were doing and were enjoying ourselves.

Pool stallions: A specialist sub group of escorts, which became known as Pool Stallions, was started in February of this year to care for the demand of female executives for strong male partners for dive-sex during recreational retreats from their business and family responsibilities. The pool stallions that Pirate lent us are marine biology graduate students spending the summer in Vegas doing research on the human female and her relationship with water - swimming pools – here and so will be gathering research data on the women they have been assigned to while on loan for the rest of the shoot. The end date for the shoot now seems in flux as they have asked for it to be extended twice as the writer-producer team thinks of more scenarios to video in the pit. Pirate thinks it’s worth the cost because of the good will it will bring his company and the possibility of paying contracts when Graphic Media needs more talent.

Cervical Orgasms

A rubber-chick between rear entry encounters cooling down from a hyper-intense cervical orgasm

Safety during deep thrust Orgasms: I occasionally teach women techniques to minimize the likelihood of injury during cervical orgasms. Cervical orgasms are definitely an acquired taste because getting past the pain of having your cervix rammed is something most women can not do and have no interest in attempting. So to be a student in my class you have to be a masochist and be able to work through the few minutes of cervical pain in order to enjoy the ecstasy of a hyper-intense cervical orgasm. Other criteria for admission is not to be using a conventional IUD (a ParaGard or Mirena) because they will deform and dislodge or perforate the uterus during severe uterine contractions and before each lesson the student must test for pregnancy to ensure she isn’t preggers as the uterine contractions of a cervical orgasm are so strong that they frequently cause miscarriages, especially during the first trimester. Cervical orgasms while unbelievably intense aren’t for sissies since as I mentioned there is a good bit of pain before getting to the fun part but if a girl is a masochist (as I am) she can enjoy both!

During training a student uses only an Oves (the smallest cervical cap made) or no barrier device at all is used so she can feel the full power of her partner’s thrusts and her partner is usually unprotected, but has been screened and is free of STIs. I first start a student by fitting her with a dildo which she uses to thrust into her cervix to get used to the feeling and the pain at her own pace – that also separates the serious students from the merely curious. That way she has some idea what it will be like when a man whose equipment is too large for her pelvic anatomy is shoving himself as deep as he can get inside her. I measure her depth unaroused and aroused both in missionary and when positioned for rear entry doggie style. On average a woman is about an inch to an inch and a half deeper in doggie style because gravity pulls the uterus and therefore the cervix down and deeper, and some vaginas expand more (tent) during arousal that others. Because of these differences in depth it is important to have a man long enough to thrust into the cervix and this might require trying out several men to make sure the man can reach her cervix to take care of her needs.

Protective equipment: Proper use of an effective form of contraception is a prerequisite for the course. Students in cervical orgasm training usually wear pointe shoes for being taken from behind en pointe bent over holding on to the barre. If they don’t wear pointes then ballet boots are an equivalent that takes almost no training, or failing that 5 inch stiletto (strippers) heels. As I mentioned the cervix can be unprotected but we advise women to use some form of over-pressure protection in case their partner gets creative with pressurized fluids or gasses and protection is a must for dive-sex so an Oves cap is the barrier of choice. Lastly there is a need for head and neck protection. This is something that is almost unknown because it isn’t talked about since it will scare off the few women wanting cervical orgasms, but a woman sustaining head or neck injuries during a cervical orgasm is very common. Deaths from broken necks while I wouldn’t call them common are the most frequent cause of death while engaged in that sort of hyper-intensive encounter. When taken from the rear the safest way is to use a bed altar for the woman to be positioned on which would protect her head and neck. In the dance studio or on location special helmets can be used for protection. During training to minimize the likelihood of serious head or neck injury I have my students fitted with protective helmets.

Ramming helmets: Since Cyndi came of age, 16 in Nevada, she can put all her sexual experience to use legally now. She had been after me almost since she came to school at St Lucy’s this past January to teach her how to safely have a cervical orgasm. She started after walking in on Pirate and me when he had me helpless in ecstasy screaming into my ball-gag while he battered my cervix. In a moment of weakness I said I would teach her once she reached the age of consent. I keep telling her that it’s not a given that she will be able to tolerate the initial pain before oxytocin floods her bloodstream and she’s plunged into ecstasy, but she was insistent and her mother and grandmother (Eve) were in favor of letting her try. I’ve never taught a woman younger that 19 the techniques so I’m not certain how well she will do. Though I’ll admit that she has passed every sexual challenge she has faced so far and she does enjoy very rough sex.

So, before we left for NYC and Virgin Gorda I took her to Gepettos to have her fitted for a ramming helmet, known in the trade as a ‘ram’. A ram is a piece of safety equipment that I insist students and a lot of inexperienced women use during intense sexual encounters to prevent concussions and sometimes broken necks when there is the likelihood of having their heads rammed into a wall, seat back or the headboard of a bed. A woman in that sort of orgasm has no control over her body and with a man at the peak of his sexual energy plunging into her as hard as he can her head can easily be forced into a nearby object and severely injured. A Ram consists of a custom fitted polymer shell with thick internal padding that covers the shoulders, neck, and head and can be covered by a standard fetish latex helmet/mask so the protection is hidden and it appears the wearer is just in a stylish Polymorphe latex fetish helmet. We went by Gepettos and picked Cyndi’s ram up yesterday afternoon and she tried it on there, and then wore it home. The craftsmanship with the exquisite snug fit with her hair in French braids, the flush clasps and smooth exterior all reflect quality and instill confidence in the wearer. She bought a new zip-back black Polymorphe helmet - with which she can wear a ball-gag - to wear over it and has been prancing around working in her Grishkos at the barre in it. Teens! Sigh! Now that I’ve run out of valid reasons I can’t delay any longer so I’ll probably start her deep thrust training in the next few days.