The Spa at The Lorelei and Hoods

An advert for the Spa at The Lorelei

The photo: The Spa at The Lorelei can provide almost any service imaginable. Here a model with a fellatio guard inserted is posed about to be deep-throated by a service stallion. Adolph has one of Taryn’s best adult media photographers on site doing a spread for an insert in French Vogue and other European up-market women’s magazines. No torn jeans, hollow cheeks and emaciated bodies so the first thing reader’s look for when they see the photo is if needle tracks on the arms have been airbrushed out.

Included are tastefully presented photos of the estrogen softened unblemished skin of young fertile women’s bodies, alluringly posed with some at or near ecstasy. The subliminal message is that after a Spa package at The Lorelei you too can look and feel 23 again. There will be a scent tear strip in the insert with an artificial (but dead on) imitation of fertile cervical mucus with cinnamon overtones. It’s targeted at the niche market of adventuresome 30 somethings who at that age will have come into their trust funds or have already married money.

Latex hoods: For fetish sex the usefulness of a latex hood is hard to overrate. It’s true that if your partner is into long hair and you have a glorious mane then there are occasions where a rubber hood might not be the best choice of head covering unless he’s into cutting you out of a hood to get to your hair, which a few guys are. And if you are out at a movie you will probably get stares if you wear a Polymorph or Rubber 55 hood to the film; appreciative looks from the men and disapproval or envy from the women. But in fetish clubs and for surface and underwater sexual encounters wearing a good quality latex hood is usually a fashion plus and can provide some protection for the wearer’s hair and head.

Hoods with hair tubes can show off a woman’s shiny locks at fetish parties among friends, but hair tubes can be a liability at fetish clubs where during an argument the wearer’s hair and her hoods hair tube becomes a handle to throw her off balance or drag her around by her hair. To prevent a partner or enemy from using a woman’s own scalp hair as a weapon against her a well fitting latex hood w/o a hair tube sprayed with a light coat of silicone lube prevents the wearer’s hair and head from being grabbed and held in a fight. Hoods also give the wearer the opportunity to sweat in latex so that she gets the full benefit of her estrogenic sweat mixed with the scent of chlorinated latex. A down side is that rubber hoods worn under very hot conditions can contribute to heat stroke. And, hoods worn with SCUBA gear for underwater sex prevent the wearer’s hair from becoming entangled in her regulator, hoses and buoyancy vest. In advertising spreads you see photos of women with long loose hair in dive gear, but they never show the problems when a long haired woman gets her hair entangled in her SCUBA equipment. It can be painful, ruin a girl’s locks if her hair has to be cut to get her lose and can be a safety problem if the tangle limits the ability of the wearer to turn or even move her head.

Worn during surface encounters hoods can provide some head protection if the hood being used is neoprene and a few millimeters thick or of thin stretchy latex if woman’s hair is long and it is piled around her head under the hood so it forms a cushion if she gets thrown against a wall or to the floor. I find wearing a latex hood useful for projecting an image of mystery as well as protecting the back of my head when being held against a wall and being thrust into while my legs are wrapped around a partner’s waist. When Jacques takes me that way his thrusts bounce me so that my head tends to hit the wall and wearing a hood minimizes the discomfort so I can concentrate on where the real action is, with him ramming my cervix.

The darker side of hoods: Hoods also have a darker side since, like rubber swim caps they can be used to suffocate the owner. But using a hood that way requires twisting it around and it’s very difficult to get a grip on to do that w/o breaking the wearer’s neck in the process. I talked to my psychiatrist about men who enjoy suffocating women and he said that while breaking a woman’s neck accomplishes the same end result very efficiently it doesn’t give the attacker (almost always male) the same sense of accomplishment and the same visual thrill that watching the woman struggle as she suffocates does. So for a man determined to suffocate a woman with the hood she is wearing it’s much more satisfying for him to peel the latex hood off the wearer’s head and then force it back on her head backwards, even if it is necessary to lube the inside to force her head into it. My shrink said the sociopaths he has talked to about using her hood to suffocate a woman - while not nearly as elegantly accomplished as suffocating a woman with her own swim cap - is far more satisfying to the man because he is killing her with something she was using to attract men. I know enough sociopaths to understand that for many of them beautiful women are prey and we are hunted just as surely as men hunt other mammals.

Snow in the Spring Mountains: It’s hard to believe since we had 85° weather a few days ago, but we are having a Spring storm that is leaving snow at the higher elevations of the Spring Mts. – the summit of Mt Charleston is about 11, 900 feet - to the west of town, near where my home is. On the Strip the temp is in the low 60s and we are also having very high winds so it’s a good evening to be inside.

CD28 and spotting: I’m cycle day 28 today, the last day of this menstrual cycle. My progesterone has dropped and I’m spotting so I have changed from my tiny Oves cervical cap to a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm for flow control and as a gas guard for dive-sex protection. I will start menstruating tomorrow and have my heavy days on days 3 and 4 then taper off on day 5 and have an Oves sucking on my cervix again on CD6. I love it when I start to bleed as it is a renewal of life a reaffirmation that I’m still a fully functional female and my body is preparing to accept a fertilized egg to create a baby. I can handle the cramps with 800 mg of ibuprofen and being menstrual is my second fave time in my cycle after my fertile days when my libido is raging.

Rape as a breeding fantasy

Between takes on an early spring photo shoot

The photo: For a few days last week the early mornings were cool here (in the mid 50s) and great weather for wearing latex outdoors, then by noon the temperature was in the 80s and perfect for an early spring photo shoot in swimsuits. The model is wearing a ‘bondage suit’ that the wearer can tie herself into that is mainstream enough to wear in a family setting while exciting bondage lovers with the cords across her back binding her into her suit. I discourage my dancers from wearing that sort of suit as the tan lines show when they wear scanty costumes. It is much better if they wear pasties and a Penetrator, or a similar pelvic plug while tanning which keeps the strategic areas protected from the sun and the male gaze while allowing a lovely uniform tan across the expanses of skin that show in even the smallest costumes.

A rape impregnation fantasy: [Rape: “Having sexual intercourse with a woman or girl forcibly and with out her consent.”] The first of the insemination getaway package guest has arrived at The Lorelei for her six day stay. Her check in was very quickly accomplished as almost all had been done several days ago on-line and her Vuitton wardrobe trunks were sent directly to her suite and unpacked by experienced escort submissives. Adolph uses young female escorts as servants for this service as they are knowledgeable about the desires and needs of clients and if the client needs girl-girl comforting the escort is ready to provide any desired intimate services. The guest is a 27 y/o 125 lb 5’8” brunette from a major banking family in Lichtenstein with royal blood in their veins. She has been a serious ballet student for nearly 20 years and intends to work ballet into her fantasy. It’s not surprising that so many women from western European wealth have ballet as their exercise – it is seen as an elitist art - to keep in excellent physical condition by continuing their training at least three times a week.

She came to The Lorelei intending to fight off the man who is to inseminate her so that if he overwhelms her defenses and she conceives she can rationalize her condition as the result of being raped. In her mind this somehow absolves her of any guilt in having a man other than her husband impregnate her. It also gives her the experience of being sexually dominated by a man after a fight which I’m willing to bet she is looking forward to. She knows that her strict Catholic background will not permit her to abort the fetus even when it is the result of rape and so she is obliged to pretend it is her husbands. Jacques who will impregnate her has the same blood group as her husband even though DNA analysis would easily show that the child is not her husbands. She is confident that her husband will believe anything she tells him and so once pregnant she is safe. Her plan doesn’t withstand rational scrutiny as it is full of wishful thinking and rationalizations, but in her mind it is a plan that meets her spiritual and physical needs and for her that is what counts.

The Breeding Suite: Before she arrived Adolph had given me a tour of the ‘breeding suite’ as he calls it. There is a bedroom, sitting room, a 600 sq ft ballet studio and on the level below is a 20 ft deep encounter pool with a dressing room and storage for SCUBA gear as well as surface fed diving equipment. Adolph is proud of the fact that one entire mirrored glass wall of the ballet studio is one-way glass behind which is a control and viewing room so that the 8 video cams can be operated from there and trainers as well as voyeurs can watch and listen to the activity in the studio.

The plan is to neither offer videos to breeding clients nor sell them through Taryn’s adult media organization as he sees the video records strictly as insurance in case the unexpected happens and a client is unhappy and contemplates going public, or worse. The pool also has an 8 video cam arrangement and the individual views appear on 8 separate HD screens and any one can be switched to a master screen to view the pool or studio action on a screen covering most of one wall. Access to the viewing and video area is by a separate corridor in the restricted section of the facility where I need my cervical barrier ID chip as well as a biometric scan to get into that area.

Right away I knew where I intend to be when Jacques is with this client because I’ve never watched him having sex with any woman much less intentionally ‘baby dancing’ with a client and I have longed to watch him in action. God knows in the time we have been together he has probably taken me far more than a hundred times, but I want to watch him perform taking another woman to orgasm and then filling her with his seed while I masturbate. As far as I know all his breeding encounters have occurred in Europe so I’ve really never had the chance to watch him at work and this opportunity is just too good to pass up! I suppose having Jacques as my main squeeze is the longest I’ve ever been with one man, well sort of, since we met in November of 2009. That’s 16 months a lifetime for me having a single main squeeze, but as readers know both Jacques and I are serially monogamous so we have an open relationship which suits me since I think being truly monogamous is probably not in my genes.

Her fitting: I performed her pelvic exam and fitted her with an Ortho All-Flex silicone diaphragm. Her correct size for contraception is 75 mm but since she is here to conceive I gave her a 65 mm that is to be worn ‘dry’, w/o spermicide in the dome, so Jacques could easily under-thrust the rim. She has excellent nulliparous muscle tone so the 65 mm should be held securely in place by her muscles, rather like a Dumas or vault cap. A diaphragm that small can be felt and uncomfortable for the male partner striking the anterior rim during vanilla recreational sex, particularly if he is taking his partner from behind, but Jacques knows that and he isn’t having vanilla sex he is being paid to impregnate her so for the next 6 days he will be under the rim and inside the dome lubricated by her FCM and thrusting skin-on-skin into her G-spot and her ripe cervix.

Her fantasy: The thing about this first client that worries both Jacques and me is that she wants to be inseminated as part of a rape fantasy with no safe words and she said she intended to fight her rapist and wants to be overpowered. Usually with the rape fantasies that I’ve participated in (as the victim) or watched, or the ones I’ve read about there was a large element of role-play with the recognition that if things got out of hand it could get nasty so the participants had safe words which if uttered would stop the fantasy. With no safe words and a woman determined to struggle unless Jacques decides on his own to stop at some point if things seemed to be going badly this isn’t going to be a fantasy, it would be rape pure and simple, though – possibly – with the aggressor being the woman.

His & Her costumes: The guest chose to wear a black Rubber 55 latex (back entry) catsuit, an open face matching hood and gloves and black Satin Repetto La Carlotta pointes. I tried to get her to switch to Gaynor pointes saying that the shanks of her Carlottas wouldn’t last during an intense ballet-sex encounter, but she wouldn’t listen and insisted on her Repettos, though I did get her fitted in Gaynors with sueded platforms so I will have them as a fallback option if needed. Tanaquil had visited her at the family castle in Lichtenstein and measured her for the catsuits (she bought 6 of them) which is why they fit her perfectly. Jacques had a good look at her fingernails and while they are short he thought they are not short enough to prevent her nails from puncturing the tips of her latex gloves and clawing him with her nails.

Jacques had considered that possibility when he was told she intended to fight so had been fitted with a new set of Gepetto’s best black Lash Leathers designed for protection during fighting with bull whips. His other set were too large as he had been fitted when he came to Vegas more than a year ago and lost weight while training with Anya who taught him to fight, or at least protect himself, with a whip. Although he planned to use the leathers for protection he still needed to be able to penetrate the client so he had the crotch modified so it could be unzipped and a protective leather tongue folded back out of the way allowing him to have skin-on-skin contact between his pelvis and hers. He also knew about how she prepared her pointes darning the edges of the platforms to give her better traction and a more stable base on which to balance. The darning also provides a textured edge that will rip flesh if he is hit by a glancing blow from the platform of her pointe. So a modified set of Lash Leathers was just what he needed to protect against slashing fingernails and the ripping of skin from roughened platforms.

Studio orientation: As I mentioned I had already become involved with the client, fitting her with her All-Flex and giving her advice about which pointe shoes to wear, which she didn’t take, so when both Adolph and Jacques asked me to take her through a pointe class in the Breeding Suites studio and check out her diving equipment and skills and explain the basics dive-sex from a woman’s perspective I agreed. In the studio I had her warm up at the barre that runs the length of the full mirrored wall and suggested she could use it for support. That way she could look to her right or left and watch herself being raped, or made love to depending on your point of view. And Jacques will guide her to that wall also if she forgets because he uses the barre in his encounters as it gives his partner something to hold on to, to steady herself or to drape her over if she faints which he says is common during his encounters. I can testify to the truth of that. It took me about three months of steadily being drilled by him before I could retain enough control that I could prevent myself from fainting while he was giving me a G-spot or cervical orgasm.

She was good on her toes and her Carlottas fit her perfectly. I tested her stamina and after she was en pointe for a minute or two she began to tire and sink into her shoes and put strain on the shanks. When I saw she was beginning to tire I stopped the class and again suggested she switch to Gaynors because I could see that the shanks of her Repettos were probably going to break when Jacques lifted her off the floor with a powerful thrust while taking her from behind and dropped her onto her platforms when he withdrew. She again refused.

Pool orientation: From the studio we moved to the pool. She had brought her Interspiro FFM and regulator with which she had trained so I watched while she connected the regulator and I used my Nitrox compatible Ocean Reef Raptor FFM though we were breathing regular (21% O2) air from 80 cu ft aluminum tanks. I had her insert her All-flex before she put on her SCUBA set which gave me an opportunity to show her how to adjust the crotch of her latex encasement suit to make sure the lower end of the zipper that opened the crotch was positioned properly to allow underwater penetration. I gave her a pair of neutral buoyancy silicone rubber pool-pointes to wear to extend the line of her legs and showed her how to insert and apply DiveGel with the prefilled 10 ml applicators. Once we were in the pool we equalized quickly and sank to the bottom where I showed her how to tether herself to the bottom with ankle leashes and then inflate her buoyancy compensator to hold her snuggly against the leashes with her legs spread. I also had her use a silicone dildo to get the feel of penetrative sex underwater and had her insert a prefilled DiveGel applicator and apply more lube before she took herself to a G-spot orgasm with the vibrating tip. She did well with her pool orientation so she seemed to be ready but each encounter is different so you never know for sure how it will go until it’s over.

We had a discussion about her using DiveGel while being raped during dive-sex. She said she wanted to use only her natural lube which is fine when she is producing FCM and having surface sex, but during sex underwater a woman’s natural lube is quickly washed away. Then the man’s penis becomes a piston moving in and out while gripped by very delicate and unlubricated vaginal tissues and the woman’s vagina quickly becomes raw. Since she wants to be ‘raped’ for the entire 6 days of her stay I think she will probably decide it would be best to lubricate her underwater rape encounters with DiveGel rather than be put out of action the first time she has dive-sex.

A good question: Gigi asked me if it felt funny helping to prepare a woman to be impregnated by the man I sleep with as much as I can. I’ll admit I’m envious of her position, though I’m not sure why since I can have Jacques in exactly the same way at my place almost any time I want. Is that strange or what? I thought I was glad Adolph built this breeding facility so Jacques can work closer to home. Now I’m not so sure. The woman is nice enough, but in all honesty I’m uncomfortable, I wouldn’t call it being jealous, of the women, but the two of us being in the same town suddenly seems a bit too close, at least right now.

The French Connection

Cyndi’s Rubber 55 .40 mm latex catsuit

Cyndi gets her first Death Rubber: Just before I left on Vacation I got a call from my contact in the Vegas Organization. They needed a cleanup at one of the Luxury estates on offer through their real estate agency. The fully furnished place has been on the market for some time, but since there are signs that even here the market is becoming better for up-market sales they sent in a cleaning crew to give it a good cleaning before staging the home for showing.

What the crew found was two bodies at the bottom of the indoor swimming pool and the supervisor called his boss and a few minutes later I’m called to clean up the mess. This is the first time I’ve been called to cleanup bodies in months. I thought everyone was behaving themselves and the turf wars were in at least a truce and perhaps they are because when Cyndi and I got there the deaths appeared to be accidental. This was Cyndi’s first time alone with me (she had been with Taryn and me once before) on a cleanup assignment. She wanted to take Taryn’s place helping me because she is interested in collecting and wearing ‘death rubber’ like I do.

Death Rubber: Returning readers will remember that my definition of ‘death rubber’ is rubber fetishwear or diving equipment being worn by a person who died while having sex. Our interest of course is in dead females because on cleanup jobs like this we get to keep any of the personal possessions of the deceased that we find so we strip the bodies of women our size and check all the body cavities for inserted devices of one sort or another. For me over the years that means I’ve collected a lot of interesting rubber encasement suits in my size, vintage SCUBA equipment and a few sex toys. I find it’s a huge turn-on having sex in or with the equipment another woman died in while being fucked.

We took the truck and the usual supplies and went out to the house. I have a master key so the cleaning crew had gone, not wanting to become involved. The Organizations real estate agency thinks it has a good chance of a sale for this property and they weren’t anxious to have it tied up for months as a crime scene, which is why they called me. What we found was a man and women in latex catsuits, hoods, gloves and booties on the bottom of the dive-well of a conventional 20 ft deep swimming pool. Before suiting up to retrieve the bodies we checked the rest of the house and we found a problem in the four bay garage which contained only an air compressor a half dozen 80 cu ft aluminum air tanks and a kerosene heater that was out of fuel. When I approached the door from the house to the garage my CO detector started registering and when I opened the door it shot up to a reading in the mid 3000 ppm range, well into the fatal range [concentrations of carbon monoxide at 3,200 ppm (0.32%) produce symptoms of headache, dizziness and nausea in five to ten minutes and death within 30 minutes], so I hit the automatic door opener and opened all four bay doors. What seems to have happened is the woman went into business for herself in the house and used the garage to fill her air tanks. Over time the kerosene heater being used to warm the large empty garage filled the enclosed space with carbon monoxide poisoning the air being used to fill her SCUBA tanks. So she accidentally poisoned herself and her client.

Removing the bodies: Even though we had a good idea what killed them we still tested the water and it seemed to be safe. Even so, we put on our drysuits and positive pressure FFMs and made sure all our seals were tight before entering the water to retrieve the bodies. They were both wearing wrist and ankle weights as well as weight belts. They were out of their SCUBA sets which were along side them strapped into weighted buoyancy control vests and they were wearing single hose reg FFMs. The woman seemed to have been on her hands and knees and was penetrated from the rear, doggie style, but had collapsed forward so her butt was up and the lens of her mask was pressed into the bottom with her arms folded under her. The air valves were still open on both tanks and their consoles showed the tanks were both nearly full. I shut off the air loosened the spiders of their FFMs and pulled their masks off so we could get the bodies to the surface w/o having to contend with their SCUBA gear. Both had vomited in their masks. Separating them wasn’t easy. They had been dead long enough to be in rigor mortis so I guess they hadn’t been dead more than a day and hadn’t started decomposing. Well, not badly. The man’s arms were around his partner’s shoulders and we had to both pull on his arms to release his grip before we could pull him, still erect, out of her. We attached lift bags to the weight belts on both bodies and to each SCUBA set and sent them to the surface where we pulled them to the shallow end and got the SCUBA gear out of the pool and set to one side.

We pulled the bodies out of the water and bagged the man. He was in a worn black Polymorph suit with scuffed elbows and knees that fit him like rental rubber, which it probably was. Then we got down to stripping the woman. She was wearing a perfectly fitting high quality .40 mm (medium weight) brown latex catsuit from the British fetishwear maker Rubber 55 – similar to the one shown in the photo at the top of this entry, except that the eye openings in her hood were smaller so her FFM would seal correctly against the hood - and it was just Cyndi’s size! I inserted my fingers in her vagina then pushed hard on her belly with my other hand and found she was wearing four one inch diameter Pyrex Ben Wa balls! I clamed the ‘death balls’ as mine, since I’d never found a woman who had died having sex with Ben Was inserted before! I was so pleased!

Wearing the Ben Wa balls as an enhancement they should have been fucking each other’s brains out with unbelievably intense orgasms with the balls caressing his frenulum on one side and pressing on and caressing her G-spot on the other. But sucking poisoned pressurized gas through their DVs I don’t think they ever reached orgasm, or at least he didn’t, because he was still erect and rock hard and his penis, all 7 inches of it – I measured it – was black from where the blood had pooled when he collapsed on top of her and his body cooled. I would have offered her body to Adolph – returning readers will remember he is into necrophilia – except that Cyndi wanted her catsuit and Adolph likes his dead divers in the suits in which they died. The dead dive-chick had a lovely body; C-cup breasts, long naturally blond hair (her pubes were waxed) a beautiful face - after I wiped the vomit off it so I could see her features, a hard flat belly and long slim legs. I don’t think she had been in the trade long as her skin, even though she had been submerged for a day or so still looked unblemished.

I searched through her things. She had a Colorado driver’s license, a PADI open water SCUBA certificate dated 6 months ago and credit card receipts from Denver 4 weeks previously and some from local restaurants and bars – where I supposed she was trolling for clients – here in town starting from two weeks back. In her bedroom she had a lot of lovely new Le Perla lingerie that Cyndi took… she looks gorgeous in the thongs and push-up demi-cup bras and Cyndi can wear her three pairs of Jimmy Choo heels as well. So the chick had money or someone sprung for big bucks to outfit her with a first class wardrobe.

She hadn’t been wearing a gas guard nor did she have one in her slit-kit so that (and the recent PADI certificate) told me she was probably new to dive-sex and the major mistake of having a polluting heater poisoning the source of her breathing gas indicated that she wasn’t familiar with at least some of the safety precautions involved in SCUBA diving. She had a partial pack of contraceptive pills, the minipill Cerazette. Cerazette contains no estrogen only the progestin desogestrel a long half-life hormone that is proving very effective even if the user is as much as 12 hour late taking her pill. However, Cerazette is not available in the U.S. and the pharmacy name on the pack is in Lyon, France. I gave Jacques her name and the pharmacy information and asked him to make discreet enquiries.

Prescription mood enhancers: I also found half a bottle of Adderall which is used to increase alertness, increase libido, increase concentration and overall cognitive performance, and, in general, improve mood, while decreasing user fatigue. Until I found this powerful psychostimulant I wondered why the couple didn’t recognize their performance was being impaired and break off the dive and head for the surface. If they were high on Adderall it could have masked their symptoms until they collapsed unconscious and death followed minutes later.

The Marseille Mafia: Her client’s wallet and passport indicated he was a French businessman from Marseille so I forwarded his information to Tanaquil in Germany to have her make enquiries and she found that he was associated with the French Porn industry. Given that the dead couple seemed to be connected to the sex industry in France I asked for instructions and was told that having a French Escort squatting in an Organization property w/o asking permission was a sign of disrespect that couldn’t go unpunished even though the couple was dead. But rather than run the bodies through the chipper I was to deliver them to a cold storage facility to be preserved while the bosses discussed what to do and made enquiries as to if the couple were the thin end of the wedge sent to start a turf war to extend the reach of the French Mafia into Vegas. Meanwhile, Cyndi and I sent her new death rubber catsuit and my death balls along with tissue from the bodies to Labia Labs to be tested for all known STIs and sterilized while we were on vacation.

I’m pleased to say the tests are back and both of the bodies and the gear they were wearing were free of all known STIs and other deadly viruses and bacteria and are safe for us to wear. Cyndi as a Towel Girl not yet Red Door qualified is none the less causing a sensation at Splash in her Rubber 55 catsuit and knowing it was worn by a French professional escort who died while having sex in it makes her aroused just thinking about being able to feel the latex compress her well toned young body as it once did its previous owner. And, I’m enjoying manipulation my new Pyrex death balls to keep my vaginal muscles toned. It is such fun to be able to move them up and down my vagina and give myself a gentle G-spot orgasm with them while in budget meetings where my accountants are droning on and on.