Rhiannon/Rigantona, Fetish sex new dive facility

Grishko 2007 pointes and a Caya contoured diaphragm

The Photo: A pair of turquoise Grishko 2007 pointe-shoes and a Caya contoured diaphragm showing the 55mm cervical cup and the removal dome (the convex oval at the top) of the pink device.

Rhiannon’s equine ceremony: The name Rhiannon is derived from the Celtic Goddess Rigantona (the Great or Devine Queen). My Celtic mythology expert says I should understand that Rhiannon was the embodiment (in Welsh legend as set down in the Mabinogion and other medieval texts) of the Celtic Goddess Rigantona, which explains why my Goddess, Aphrodite, is as comfortable as she is with me actually channeling Rigantona, which occurs primarily when I’m in Wales. For my readers who want to know more about Celtic mythology and the medieval legends that have come down to us the eleven medieval Welsh tales collected in The Mabinogion is a good place to start. The term Mabinogion was popularized in the 19^th centaury when the tales were first translated into English by Lady Charlotte Guest. A new (2007) annotated translation of The Mabinogion by Sioned Davies is available in the Oxford World Classics series.

The ritual offering of apples and the planting of seed with Marvin (Morning Wood) as my partner in Rigantona’s temple grotto below the east tower of Blackthorn castle on December 18^th went well. The spiral staircase down to the temple area in the foundation is hazardous to navigate especial while wearing pointe-shoes, but hand rails have been installed and sawdust has been scattered on the treads to improve traction as moisture is still a problem. The steps are swept periodically. The old sawdust is burnt in the three ancient temple braziers found under layers of trash dumped in the area when it was being used as a garbage pit for several hundred years. Then fresh sawdust is applied to the treads.

The peat fires scented with sawdust and evergreen resin burning in the braziers kept the place warm even though the fires were drawing well so that the grotto was smoke free. I was CD7 and almost fertile so I wore an Oves cap screwed down tight on my cervix. At first Marvin took me doggie style on a thick soft bed of fresh hay. He was magnificently erect and after he skillfully fingered the shaft of my clit I was quivering and gasping with desire as he spread my labia and inserted himself. With a single swift thrust his glans bottomed out in my posterior fornix causing me to gasp and moan with delight. Then with a few quick thrusts he came spewing semen all over my Oves cap. The second time he took me in missionary on my back with a robe under my buns to raise my hips. The third time I mounted him astride taking my pleasure before I gave him Pompoir milking him of his seed while he remained still as I rode him to orgasm.

In residence at Blackthorn Castle: While, Bea, the Dryads, Bryony and Claire, and Willow (for only a few days) are in residence with me and away from the distractions that are available in London not to mention London over Christmas and New Year and since we have virile men available I’m teaching my wards more of the tricks of fetish seduction. None of my wards have romantic attachments to the men so there is no problem having them rotate between women. Marvin also participates in this male circulation between our beds so I get to enjoy the scents, sounds and attention of a series of young lovers with marvelous sexual stamina.  

FCM in the dome for fetish sex: Some men like to lick the fertile cervical mucus out of the dome of a partner’s diaphragm. For this fetish the latex FS diaphragm is ideal since it is very difficult to under-thrust a properly fitted and correctly inserted a flat spring rim thus providing excellent contraceptive protection. In addition, the wearer’s reproductive tract secretions: FCM, natural arousal lubricant as well as an unprotected lover’s semen act as a marinade for the latex to develop a strong rubbery odor within a few hours of continuous wearing.

The newer Caya silicone diaphragm with its smaller 55mm diameter cervix cup can be easier to insert and remove than a traditional diaphragm and the matte finish on the convex side of the dome stimulates a partner’s glans amazingly well. However, even after continuous wearing for more than 48 hours it doesn’t develop nearly as strong a fishy odor as a latex device does which can be a down-side for a rubber fetishist who is fond of the strong bouquet of what one of my friends who hates the smell calls rotting rubber. 

Dryad Lust Training: I’ve been working with the Bryony and Claire as they learn how The Costume Club (AKA Clever Cunts) Hostesses tease members into a sexual encounter of one sort or another. The member’s fantasy can be to have sex with a classical ballerina in pointe shoes, tutu and tights or a bondage ballerina in high quality leather ballet-boots. Or it might be just to watch a Hostess dress or undress while she talks to the member and there is no physical contact. In both cases the Hostess changes out of street clothes into what ever costume and pointe footwear the member she is with desires while he watches. Then she does a barre warm-up which as you can imagine is quite limited if the Hostess is in ballet-boots rather than pointes because of their weight and the boots forcing the feet to remain pointed. During her ballet barre the Hostess sweats in her pointes or boots and the smell of estrogenic sweat dampened leather or melted paste from the blocks of Freed pointes which can be a major turn-on for the member.

An additional aspect is an impregnation fantasy where the Hostess inserts a cervical barrier as contraception for the scene. Of course she has a frameless, stringless GyneFix copper bead IUD implanted for contraception so when the member pulls out her diaphragm or FemCap and fills her with jets of hot, thick, creamy semen containing hundreds of millions of sperm some of which swim in to her uterus they are quickly immobilized by the copper ions of the IUD beads which are slowly dissolving providing very effective contraception. The nice thing about a copper IUD is that it can’t be made less effective by accidental or intentional manipulation of her progestin level by meds, diet pills or counterfeit pills. Too, periods with heavier flow for some women with copper IUDs allows those Hostesses to provide members with heavy flow menstrual sex which not surprisingly is in considerable demand as their wives and/or girlfriends often will refuse them menstrual sex.

Then too there is the worship scene where the member/client kneels before the hostess and masturbates into the laces of her boots or the ribbons of her points. Cleaning the dried semen out of the laces of ballet-boots requires drying them with a hair dryer then scrubbing the laces with a stiff bristle brush which gets most of the dried flakes out however, if the hostess is one who gets a lot of members spewing semen in her laces then every day or two the laces need to be totally removed the boots cleaned and oiled and laces washed dried and replaced.

My new dive facility: While at Blackthorn Castle over the Winter Solstice, Christmas and New Years holidays I am going to begin training my wards in deep diving SCUBA sex using the new dive facility constructed over the past year. Bea and Willow are familiar with the skills required but sex while deep diving will be new to the Dryads. Returning readers will recall that I had a dive facility built that is far better than the 64 ft deep one at my former home in Nevada. This one has two depths; one 64 ft. and the other 136 ft both 25 feet in diameter and within the same concrete silo.

At a depth of 34 ft. (10.4 m) of freshwater, the sum of atmospheric (14.7 psi) at sea level and hydrostatic pressures equal 29.4 lbs. at 68 feet the pressure will be 44.1 psi, at 102 feet the pressure will be 58.8 psi and at 136 ft. the pressure will be 73.5 psi or a hydrostatic pressure of five atmospheres. It has the capability of surface supplying four divers simultaneously at the bottom of the 136 ft. portion and have Nitrox and Trimix capability as well as refilling standard gas cylinders.

The dive facility is buried beneath the ground on the opposite side of the castle from the stream, a tributary of the Severn, and will be reached by a passageway and dressing rooms off the castle cellars. Water comes from the stream and be heated by an extension off the hot water radiator system - on a different heating zone - from the biomass boiler. The dive facility was supposed to be completed by summer, but was finished in September and it took a month to fill and another week to warm the water to a temp in the mid seventies Fahrenheit.

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.

The Sling Bar: sex in a ‘glamour harness’

A Gamma harness used as a bar sling at Naughty Pleasures

The photo: A female rigger’s safety harness. The manufacturer’s literature says: “The Gamma™ Harness designed to fit the specific safety needs of a woman, the Gamma™ is accessorized with ComfortFit™ shoulder padding, and the cross-fit style eliminates the possibility of improper adjustments. The Gamma™ combines comfort and performance for a harness that works as hard as you do. Improper positioning of the "D" ring or wearing a traditional parachute-style harness can have devastating effects for a woman's body in the event of a fall. With a back-only D-ring, the Gamma™ helps ensure that she is properly clipped in. The cross-fit style harness is not only more comfortable to wear it can help minimize damage to the reproductive organs from falls.”

Not that a woman in a bar sling at Naughty’s is likely to fall very far, physically I mean. Morally is an entirely different matter. If she’s new to the experience she might fall a considerable distance and with the right man enjoy the encounter immensely while buckled into a bar sling at Naughty’s.

Women and the Sling Bar at Naughty’s: In order to attract men young, unaccompanied, attractive women get priority at the velvet rope and discounted drinks. And they are used to stock the Meat Market, Naughty’s singles bar. A few of the more adventuresome ask to be fitted with a bar-sling – a premium service and an unmistakable sign that they are available – and be allowed into the intimate Sling Bar where, rather than sit on a bar stool they can easily have sex at the bar while sitting in the harness. We originally tried various parachute harness designs, but decided to use Gamma harnesses because they are designed for women and with grommet buckles are easily adjusted and can’t accidentally be unfastened during an intense physical encounter.

Another of the casino’s female shareowners has a harness fetish and thought of the idea for an intimate place where like minded women could select a mate and have more or less safe casual sex while hanging suspended in a sexy harness. The board thought it was a good idea since no one else in town is offering that kink so we are trying it in a small way to see if it is profitable. There is harness rental, cover charges for men, the sale of alcohol and bar food so it’s not as though it will ever be a huge profit center, but you never know. We thought about calling it the Harness Bar but that sounded too much like a tack shop so we decided to call it the Sling Bar.

A woman asking for a bar sling must have a recent negative full STI panel on file before she is fitted. Properly screened she is shown to a fitting room and buckled into a Gamma harness her size and shown how to sit in it for the greatest comfort while penetrated. They are also told that the harness has an RFID chip in it. A woman can go anywhere in the club while wearing it but if she has forgotten and left her purse, cell phone etc in her car she will have to take it off or send a valet (a service we offer free to bar sling wearers) for it. For use in the Sling Bar a Gamma Harness is modified to line the inside of the straps, the side that is against the wearer’s body, with tough but soft nylon satin fabric for comfort. Of course the harnesses are fully sanitized after each wearing.

She is also given a disposable mesh bag for her shoes while she is hanging in her sling. Condoms of various sizes are in bowls on the bar so couples can protect themselves from each other’s fluids, or not. The women’s need to be very sexually adventuresome and STI screened limits the number of applicant, but increases their quality significantly, especially their beauty. Why the more adventuresome are more classically beautiful is a mystery.

Mr. Right Now: I have my own Gamma harness that Jack, Viscount Sandbach, calls my ‘glamour harness.’ I keep it in a small gym bag with a selection of appropriate Sling Bar clothing. I buckle myself into it when I’m lonely and want a new man. Not Mr. Right, just Mr. Right Now! Too, I’ve found Jack is into girls in harnesses (not that a Glamour harness is all that restrictive) so he really likes to take me to and in the Sling Bar! I love the way men’s minds work and having Jack stand in the midst of the pool of males for sling-girls to choose from keeps him on edge and aroused. He’s never quite certain I will choose him and that gives me a chance to playfully mind-fuck him by pretending to initially choose someone else! I’ve found doing that makes him far more ardent after he suspends me securely in the bar! Of course the Meat Market also has a substantial selection area charge for men and like the women the guys need a current negative full STI panel on file before they are allowed in the catwalk viewing and selection area.

Running the gauntlet: Leaving the fitting boutique wearing her harness a woman has three options: 1) going back into the main lobby, 2) going into the Meat Market selection area to choose a partner or 3) going directly into the very intimate Sling Bar located behind the Meat Market. Unaccompanied harness wearer’s almost always chose to go down the catwalk through the Meat Market to check the selection of men on offer. Knowledgeable cocksmen knowing this nurse a drink and watch the door from the sling boutique. No more intently watched twenty feet of catwalk exists in Vegas than that strip through the Meat Market between the sling boutique and the Sling Bar. Repeat Gamma harness wearers call being on display while walking those twenty feet to make their selections ‘running the gauntlet’ as men smile, preen and flex their muscles as a harness wearer struts past the candidates vying for her favors. The cloud of testosterone laden musk hangs so heavily over the catwalk that some girls who frequently walk that red carpet swear it causes them to need to wax more often. Others find the overwhelming scent of male lust frightening while still others are highly aroused by being wanton and on display. I love being the object of lust on the part of multiple males so I find the experience liberating.

An adrenaline high: When I walk down the catwalk to choose a man who looks virile, interesting and perhaps a little dangerous it’s a comfort to know the only condition I need to worry about is pregnancy. My adrenaline is flowing and there is no better feeling in the world! The scent of male musk, all those sex hungry men undressing me with their eyes, salivating and fantasizing about harness-fucking my brains out and hoping I’ll chose them. It’s a huge turn-on and a very different feeling than performing because when I’m performing the lights are on me and I usually can’t see my audience though I can feel the Chi rising from them. Walking down the catwalk between the sling boutique and the Sling Bar being assessed by a group of virile men having about ten feet of erect penis between them is far more personal and I have to admit the thought causes me to get wet and swing my hips a bit more than usual. Since in the Sling Bar I won’t be on my toes I usually wear stiletto sandals that are easy to get out of rather than pointes, but I do have a pair of GMs in my gym bag in case I need them. .

Sling-girl clothes: Clothes that can be worn comfortably with bar slings are bikinis, tunics, thongs, front closure sports bras and bare legs so it is fairly easy to identify women as they enter the club who will be stopping by the sling boutique to be fitted for a glamour harness. Shoes for a sling-girl can depend on where she is in her cycle, if she is commando and if she plans on condoms being used. A sling-girl shouldn’t wear fabric covered shoes unless she doesn’t mind them being ruined. There are purse hooks at each location where a sling girl can hang her mesh shoe bag to prevent splattering her shoes with coitial discharge. However, after putting her shoes back on she still may have to walk through lover’s fluids to leave the bar so platform soles are a good idea. Typically a sling-girl will wear a thong so after she Kegels out any discharge the remainder can drain into the liner in her thong. Many returning sling-girls go topless and rouge their nipples because in the harness the cross straps display the wearer’s breasts beautifully and a partner has immediate access to her nipples for sucking.

What a sling-girl shouldn’t wear is latex because the latex caught between the weight of her body and the harness will almost certainly tear. However, if she is wearing heavy rubber that has a relief zipper and can stand the shear forces that can work well for some women who can stand the heat generated by sex in heavy rubber. We have had to revive sling-girls wearing heavy rubber who fainted from poor hydration during a penetrative encounter.

Height adjustment and Cable capes: There are fifteen positions for slings in the Sling Bar and reservations are required. To prevent thrust-drop if the man is taller than the woman bar slings are clipped on to individual cables attached to small winches mounted on heavy steel bracing above the ceiling. A small cordless control box for each position is used to vary the height of the sling wearer above the floor. With that flexibility even the smallest woman can adjust her height so her partner can thrust directly into her vagina w/o having to worry about thrusts so off center that she is being lifted on his shaft on each thrust then dropped back into the harness as he withdraws. Of course thrust-drop (in a bar sling its called sling-drop) is an option if she enjoys that sort of encounter, but even with satin lined straps too much of it can cause sling burns on the inner thighs and buttocks.

A cable cape is attached to the cable at each position. A cable cape is a section of lightly padded brightly colored canvas about two feet wide and three feet high that is held taunt on a soft frame to block the bartender’s view of the couple when the harness wearer has her back to the bar. It also provides support for the woman’s back so she can lean back comfortably. It’s called a cable cape because when the woman’s harness is connected to the winch cable it looks as though she is wearing a cape that is blowing behind her in the wind. The colors of the cable capes are also used to identify the positions at the bar for the customers.

Gas mask party and a reader's query

A German gas mask made by Drager

The Photo: The photo [above] shows a German Drager, the kind of gas mask typically used here by parking valet services at fetish parties as it has a wide field of view. Because of the heat and the effort to suck air through a working filter canister the filter is usually removed from the canister for parking attendants and security personnel.

A U.S. joint forces MCU2AP-2 gas mask with the comm. Link cord

Bea and gas masks: I had Bea fitted with a relatively late model gas mask so we could crash one of a rival casino’s off-site fetish parties. It’s the same type I currently wear a MCU2AP-2 [shown above] with a tinted lens and comm. unit so we could talk with each other when we split up as we mingled. The canister can be worn on the right or left which is more convenient than a front mounted canister for having missionary sex. In a fetish context empty filter canisters are usually used to complete the look while making it easier to breathe during the intense effort of orgasmic sex. At night and in bright sun it’s almost impossible to see through the tinted lens from the outside to see who is wearing it. I took the invitations from two elite escorts, from the other casinos stable and left them duct taped together in their apartment closet after gassing them with chloroform from a small squirt bottle as they tried on their MCU2AP gas masks w/o the filters screwed on.

I’d been working on my plan for weeks, ever since the party had been advertised to the casino’s list of kinky high rollers. I seduced then copied the girls the apartment key from one of their boyfriends who kept it in a Laddie Caddy he always carries. I took it briefly when he was distracted trying to get in my panties. I told him I needed to check my protection if he didn’t want to use a condom and in the ladies I pressed the key into a wax pad and made an impression. The guy thought his shit didn’t stink and he did have amazing control. I’d watched him work in Naughty’s before; teasing his conquests as they hung in bar slings until they begged him to give them an orgasm. He has a great body, lovely grey eyes, was a good talker and had great stamina, but finally I tired of the game and ripple gripped him just when he thought he had me gasping and pleading for more. It was a covert ripple-grip with me tightening gradually and moving my hips very slightly when he was trying to remain perfectly still and think of his alimony payments (or whatever) to keep from coming in me. He thought he was having a bad night and apologized for filling me with semen when he said he had intended to withdraw. I could feel him swell inside me and his breath go shallow and ragged and his grip on my shoulders tightened before he shot his wad so he knew exactly what he was doing and withdrawal was never in the cards! We parted friends w/o ever exchanging names, him with a big smile on his face and me with the impression of his GF’s apartment key and draining his seed into my thong.

Due diligence: I wasn’t about to expose Bea to a major male sex god w/o taking some precautions. Fortunately birthday boy’s medical records were available to my data mining company. His most recent paternity test occurred only a week or so earlier and showed that he was not only the father, but was free of all known STIs which was a huge relief. If he had been positive I wouldn’t have even mentioned that he would be in town much less arranged a meeting. If necessary there are ways to handle an unintended pregnancy but some STIs are incurable and possibly fatal so it’s a really good idea to know the sexual health of a partner before being intimate with him even if condoms are being used because some infections can be spread w/o genital contact.

The entrance: Bea and I both wore twin-pull back-zip latex catsuits, matching hoods and gloves. The lower pull can be used as a relief zipper providing full access for bodily functions and sex. And of course our gas masks. I would have worn pointes, but that would have given me away as so few other women there had the training or inclination to wear them. So we both wore Louboutin gladiator sandals with 4 inch heels. Expensive but they fit right in. I was so proud of Bea in her heels. She walks in them so gracefully and confidently as though she has been wearing heels for years. I drove a Ford Taurus borrowed from Adolph that had Arizona plates borrowed from a junker in a scrap yard and when we showed our invitations to the gate guard she lowered the hydraulic bollard barrier and I drove on to the estate.

The party: The event was to celebrate the birthday of an A-list rocker who owns a piece of the casino and is into latex, gas masks and fucking very young women, not necessarily in that order. He has left a string of pregnant teens in his wake for years most of them aborting the fruit of his loins except for the one or two who have resorted to suicide. Bea gets wet every time she hears his songs and has most of them on the playlist on her iPod. She so wanted to experience having one of the modern kings of rock fuck her brains out and had fantasized about leaving an assignation with his seed draining into her thong so this seemed to be the perfect opportunity to introduce her clandestinely to A-list sex.

Not that she didn’t plan to give him a good time with her very strong vaginal muscles, but her goal was to have what she calls a ‘cream orgasm’, that is take him bareback with her using only her Reflexions and the silicone based lube DiveGel+ that contains a 4% O9 spermicide for protection. Bea and I are (for now) still in menstrual synchrony and that day we were both CD12 and fertile so it was a risk for her to be mounted bareback by a man with a string of unplanned pregnancies to his credit, but she could use ella (the EC tablet) afterward if it looked as though her diaphragm might have leaked so she was really looking forward to having him spew semen all over the outside of her Reflexions as he thrust into her cervix.

The meeting: Actually, things went really well from Bea’s perspective. There were a lot of women our size with gorgeous bodies wearing latex so she didn’t look or act out of place with her well toned body in a room full of showgirls and escorts and a few high roller women groupies who look uncomfortable in latex. I though Bea was lovely with her toned arms, legs and flat belly sheathed in the polished yellow latex of her suit. None of the women took off their masks, all drinking through their masks drinking straw feature or not hydrating, at least that I saw. I had found out that Bea’s birthday-boy target is particularly fond of the color yellow which why I had her wear that color and it drew the rocker’s attention almost immediately. So after he chatted briefly with a group of women he seemed to know he made his way through the guests to Bea’s side. I was with Bea as he approached and I whispered to her over the comm. link to be demure, let him take the imitative and just to follow his lead.

He looked really sexy with lovely hard thighs a slim waist and broad shoulders shown off in shiny black latex and his Mestel SGE 150 gas mask. He smelled of rubber, latex polish and that marvelous male musk that makes a woman’s pelvis tingle. The lens of his mask was clear and we could see him smile as he said “Welcome little darling” with a plumy Berkshire accent as he twisted the erect nipple of her left breast. Over our comm. link I could hear her gasp and moan softly and begin to wobble in her 4-inch heels while his other hand fondled her groin searching for the pull of her relief zipper. I stepped back, whispering that she should let him continue to lead as he opened the zipper and inserted two fingers. She whispered “Oh God he has his fingers in me feeling the rim of my D.” I just smiled. Everything was going as planned.

I thought he might push her down over the back of one of the couches and take her in front of the rest of his guests, but he withdrew his fingers, rubbed them across his thumb and smiled as he found she was draining copious amounts of her arousal juices. Fortunately her Reflexions was correctly positioned so all her stretchy egg-white fertile cervical mucus was being collected in the dome. He leaned down and touched his mask lens to hers and said “Lets get away from the crowd, there’s a room in the back”, she nodded and he led her away. I was so proud of her! She’d gotten her nerves under control so that her ankles didn’t wobble, her breathing was steady and I loved the way she accentuated the swing of her rubber sheathed hips as she moved toward their penetrative encounter.

She told me afterward that once in the room he opened her zipper further giving him full access and commented that he loved hairless pussies as she had been waxed four days earlier in preparation for offering herself to him. She said that he asked her to open his relief zipper and help him out of his athletic cup so she knelt and eased his penis and balls out of his cup holding his reproductive future gently in her hands. Caressing him she found he was uncut and loved watching as his glans appeared as he lengthened and his foreskin rolled back letting his thick erection glisten from the pre-ejaculate he was already producing. She said she could smell the musky scent of semen, latex and a scented condom lube through the empty filter canister so she knew she wouldn’t be his first of the day. She said she really wanted to suck him off but didn’t want to take her mask off so she could be identified later.

Penetration:  After he was erect it went quickly. She was pleased to find that he wasn’t as long as she had feared, but he was wonderfully thick which she loves. She thought he would mount her while lying on the bed. Instead he reached behind her put his hands under her firm high buttocks and lifted her off the floor. She spread her legs and guided him to her entrance then wrapped her legs around his waist. With her arms around his neck he moved them across the room and placed her so her back was against the wall and pushed at the same time she tightened her legs around his waist. With a single powerful thrust he penetrated her as far as he could go and their pelvises hit with a solid and rather painful thud. I could hear what was happening over Bea’s comm. link. They gasped simultaneously, she from him compressing her clit when their pelvises slammed together and he as he as he murmured “Oh My God you are so tight! How did you get to be this tight?” And she murmured back, “I’m a ballet dancer; you should feel my grip when I’m taken on my toes.” His hands under her rubber sheathed bum supporting her weight he rapidly drilled her with powerful strokes. It was all lust and no gentleness on his part, but she was so turned on having his thick unsheathed piston pumping inside her that she came twice before he got off splattering a few milliliters of molten pearl against the protective latex membrane of her diaphragm. Their encounter had lasted less then five minutes after he entered her.

Afterglow: Still hard inside her he held her against the wall and leaned against her while they enjoyed the afterglow from their physical exertions as their breathing returned to normal and sweat drained into their suits and masks. Bea was pleased that the splatter mask lenses she was wearing prevented the sweat from burning her eyes as it was the first time she had worn them for protection during a sexual encounter. She said she thought about ripple gripping him as she felt him going soft inside her, but decided not to because she didn’t want him to think she was that experienced. He lowered her gently to the floor and they rearranged their respective parts, zipped up their suits and he walked her back into the main room with the rest of his guests.

Bea knew the drill, we were to leave immediately she had gotten what she came for so we said our goodbyes to the rocker and headed for the door. He was surprised that we were leaving so early, but Bea told him we couldn’t stay longer because “We need to make the three AM bed-check at the convent.” We walked out of the house at 2:15 AM and were out the gate five minutes later. No one checks guests leaving a party.

An enquiring reader asks: You mentioned that Bea "has become a much greater risk taker than is good for someone of her age and experience." I'm curious, what risks has she been taking? What aggressive acts need moderation?

Given the effort required to obtain a death rubber for a girl of her age and the risks involved in having her harvest and learn to use it I thought that rather than answer this query in a comment, I would reply in a post where more people can form an opinion of Bea and how she approaches challenges.

She has shown up for training with escort candidates w/o having her diaphragm inserted. She did have her slit kit with her, but in training we have a strict protocol that any time a student is around a man she trains with she should have her diaphragm correctly placed with fresh spermicide in the dome. Returning readers will recall Bea is not on hormones and right now her uterus is too small to comfortably wear even a GyneFix IUD. So a diaphragm is her sole method of contraception since condoms are not worn for training in order for the girls to become confident that the contraception they are using will protect them. Granted this is a bit riskier for Bea in the near but a St Lucy’s girl in her circumstances and with her libido is expected to suck it up and be obsessive about her diaphragm wearing routine would stand her in good stead.

Worse, she has appeared for dive-sex classes w/o her diaphragm inserted for contraception and flood insurance. She wasn’t able to get into the pool area as the dressing room door to the pool wouldn’t open because the scanner detected the RFID chip in her diaphragm wasn’t behind her pelvic bone. Given that she has no other form of contraception at the moment, that she was approaching her fertile interval and she wouldn’t have been protected from having water forced into her uterus by the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusts if her vagina flooded, that was very reckless behavior.

I think wearing her very own death rubber that she harvested herself the former owner’s Chi will cause her to become more grounded and responsible. That has been the effect wearing a series of death rubbers has had on me regardless of how sexually irresponsible the previous owner had been. I can’t stress enough the additional confidence and greater perspective having any of my death rubbers inserted gives me so I’m certain that Bea’s perspective will benefit from her wearing one. It will be an amazing learning experience for her melding sex and life lessons from women much older and experienced than her.

   

Cara & Gigi are Kitted out

Day dreaming while changing into dry shoes

Cara becomes involved: Returning readers will remember Cara, Pirate’s niece, the 24 y/o Ph D candidate in Psychology at Harvard who is here to learn first hand some of the joys and problems of professional escorts for her doctorial thesis. [She first appeared in my blog on 12-09-09 and has settled in well.] She has asked to accompany me on some clean-up operations to see what sometimes happens to escorts if an encounter goes badly. I think it’s great that she wants to see how even the most beautiful and skilled women can be brutalizes and butchered when things go wrong. That way she gets to see the whole picture for herself, that it’s not all great sex, meals in fancy restaurants and attending parties as arm candy. To prepare for coming with Taryn and me I had her fitted for a gas and liquids proof encasement suit and soft latex boots with gripper soles for walking around on messy and slippery floors. Gepetto makes our BioGard suits, hoods, gloves and boots and we usually wear Mestel 400 gasmasks so I had Cara fitted for a Mestel as well. As things have gone recently we are overdue for a call to do a clean up

Gigi: I just took 16 y/o Gigi, Jacques first biological daughter who entered St Lucy’s for the spring semester, to be fitted for a gas guard and a Penetrator plug. She already wears Freed Studios pointes which fit well enough so there is no reason to change them for now. Since her mom was one of Tanaquil’s ‘toe-girls she has had Gigi taking ballet since she was four y/o and pointe since she was ten, so after six years of pointe three hours a day four days a week she has excellent pointe technique and is very strong. Chuck, the male Gyn at our clinic fit her with a 60 mm Semina transparent silicone diaphragm as a gas guard. Gigi is already an accomplished SCUBA diver – her family has a place at saint Tropez - so she looking forward to learning dive-sex techniques which Cyndi has already been telling her about.

Gigi is menstrual: Fortunately she has very regular cycles and comfortable menses so there is no need for her to medicate. The GyneFix she has been wearing for a year she adjusted to after several cycles and it hasn’t caused her periods to be heavier so she is very pleased with the level of comfort and protection her mini-GyneFix has provided. I’ve shown her how to use her Semina diaphragm for flow control while having sex. She has used a Diva Cup successfully but of course that has to be removed for penetrative sex. So today she has been practicing with Robin who will be her orientation partner.

She wasn’t supposed to have sex with any man other than Robin until he has taken her through the St Lucy’s terms and conditions for taking my Advances Sexual Techniques class. However, one of Cyndi’s roommate’s older brother was visiting and was horny for sex in the red sea – his GF at UNLV is on the pill and hardly bleeds at all during her pill period - and when he heard Gigi was menstrual he “persuaded” her to let him take her in a corner of the common room against the barre and he took her from behind. She slipped into 3” heels so she was a good match for his height. Unfortunately, when he gave her a vaginal (G-spot) orgasm her vaginal muscle contractions were so strong that when he thrust into one of her contractions he tore his frenulum so he was in great pain and passing a lot of blood. Cyndi came in after the guy had given Gigi her orgasm, had hurt himself and was struggling to pull himself free. She thought it was just Gigi’s flow leaking around her Semina until she saw the guy’s face twisted in pain and tears running down his cheeks and he was cursing and calling her a ‘man-eater’. Gigi knew what had happened, because she had had the same problem with young uncircumcised French men and knew right away she had unintentionally injured him. Though later she told me he said he was ‘looking for ‘tight French pussy’ and she hoped she hadn’t disappointed him. I love her dry sense of humor! Cyndi and Gigi packed his penis in ice and dropped him off at a nearby ER.

Male protection: Gigi isn’t in trouble over his injury because she told him before he penetrated her that she was new to St Lucy’s and hadn’t finished orientation and shouldn’t have sex. St Lucy’s believes that, in the spirit of full disclosure, girls with very strong vaginal muscles, should warn their partner’s that it might be safer for them to wear condoms because of the strength of their ‘vaginal grip’ if the boy is concerned about the possibility that he might tear. Because of the significant strengthening of vaginal muscles from pointework all the St Lucy’s girls taking pointe are given a supply of polyurethane, Lambskin and FC2 condoms (because those male condoms can’t be burst – but they can be pulled off) to carry in their purses or dancebags in case a partner asks for protection. However, few men ask even to use an FC2 because it would appear that he was afraid of what a ‘mere girl’ could do to his manhood and that’s a psychological bridge most men are not prepared to cross even at the risk of a debilitating injury.

Raped: He was very insistent and would not take no for an answer, so rather than struggle with a man 6 years older and 70 pounds heavier than she, she decided to let him have his way and see if he enjoyed what he was so adamant about getting. When I heard about her encounter the saying ‘be careful what you wish for’ came immediately to mind. She could charge him with rape but Gigi feels he probably is suffering enough and she has become the talk of the dorm for the strength of her vaginal grip and injuring a rapist. The students are trying to keep the incident quiet but the administration will almost certainly hear of it if he files an insurance claim saying the injury occurred at St Lucy’s.

Getting kitting out at Gepetto’s: I also took Gigi to Gepettos. She was measured for two latex encasement suits. One in heavy black rubber and one transparent body condom, and a pair of Pleasure boots. All for her limited introduction into the fetish scene here in the valley. Fortunately she is of age (16 is the age of consent in Nevada) so we don’t have to worry about the gray area of parental consent for under age sexual training.

Reproductive tract protection and RFID: I’ve covered this before but since both Cara and Gigi are new to Vegas I’ll mention it again. All women entering St Lucy’s as well as our casino’s Escort candidate training have RFID chips attached to their gas guards this is so that when they enter a location where gas guards are required - the pool area or the fetish training studios - the chip readers will only allow them entry if they are wearing their cervical protection. This helps the women remember to insert before leaving their dorm or dressing room to avoid the embarrassment of being publicly stopped. After a week or two it becomes second nature for a woman to insert her gas guard before leaving her dorm or apartment.