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.

   

BDSM Fall Training Pt II

Double penetration with electro-stimulation

Anal and Vaginal hooks: There has recently been a great deal of interest in vaginal and anal hooks expressed by readers, so I thought I’d accompany this entry with an image taken at a lecture-demonstration last year during my Advanced Sexual Techniques class. This double penetration with a vaginal ram and anal hook is particularly diabolical because the woman’s hands are tied behind her back and to the hook so that if she tries to move her hands the hook goes deeper. But that’s not all. In the event she can keep from squirming from the ram moving in and out she is given a jolt of electricity to cause her vaginal muscles to spasm causing her to jerk her arms and set the hook deeper in her anus. Only a very few adventuresome students volunteer to try this arrangement once they hear the woman in the demonstration scream.

Desert training: In less than twelve weeks the first of our fall survival training courses will begin. That’s where the girls will be taken out in the desert wearing nothing but a latex body condom, hood and gloves their feet locked into leather ballet boots. They will be let out thirty miles into the mountains with only a GPS to guide them back to civilization. It’s fun to see who makes it and who doesn’t. The candidates are already strengthening their ankles for the ordeal. If you think walking in ballet boots on a smooth surface takes skill you should try walking on uneven and shifting rocky sandy soil. I’m really good at walking in ballet boots and I found it difficult. So this will be no stroll in the park even for professional ballet boot wearers.

Heavy Rubber survival: We are offering a new course on heavy rubber survival this year because there have been so many women drown or suffocate while wearing heavy rubber encasement suits. This won’t prevent Doms from intentionally sabotaging their Subs drysuits so they flood or from having their air shut off or hoses cut in a fit of rage. But careless things like over weighting, accidentally running out of air and neck-seal failures can be substantially reduced if not eliminated by attention to detail before diving and we will teach some things a woman can do that will improve her chances of survival if her partner tries to kill her in a ‘diving accident’ during a submerged tryst, something that is becoming distressingly frequent as more of the unstable elements in the fetish community become involved with dive-sex. We will be training using two maker’s rubber drysuits; the HydroGlove latex waist entry suit and the heavier Avon shoulder entry drysuit.

Femme Fatale alert: In a surprising reversal to a common fetish community problem there is a beautiful woman predator killing local rubber-boys. She is showing creativity by drowning one by flooding his rebreather bag, another by puncturing his heavy rubber encasement suit, slipping a shiv into his back between his ribs and twisting the blade to rip open his heart and the third by suffocation or possibly the side effects of being suspended from an anal hook. The victims seem to have been chosen at random, not from the short list of men who would immediately come to a local rubber-girl’s mind if she wanted to off a cruel rubber Dom. So far three handsome rubber-boys have been found dead either at the bottom of an encounter pool or in an encounter training room.

One, wearing a Russian gasmask hood that had been modified to take a rebreather bag, was found with his 3 liter latex rebreather bag slit. He was wearing a deflated Avon heavy rubber drysuit and was found at the bottom of the dive-well of his pool weighted down from wearing canvas and lead dive boots and a weight belt. He couldn’t have lasted more than 3 minutes underwater as there was no supply of air to his mask so he must have thought it was a breathplay encounter. But of course with his rebreather slit his mask flooded and he drowned.

Another man was found in his encounter room suspended over the bed. He was wearing a House of Harlot latex encasement suit with his hands zip tied behind his back and with the valve on his latex rebreather bag attached to his SGE 150 gasmask closed. She was able to do that by slitting the crotch of his rubber suit and shoving a large well greased anal hook up his rectum. Then, attaching the hook to a winch above the bed she hoisted him by the anal hook about 18 inches off the bad. He only squirmed for a few minutes and his screams were muffled by the ballistic polymer gasmask until he suffocated.

The third victim was knifed in bed and showed the least originality, except that she had made sure that the seals on his encasement suit (a HydroGlove drysuit) hood, gloves and booty seals were watertight so that when he bled out his suit filled with blood and none leaked on to the bed linens.

It’s thought her victims picked her up in local heavy-rubber clubs and the toxicology reports show all three had been given Rohypnol which explains how she was able to handle men twice her size and strength. So far there have been no sightings on security cams of the victims picking up a woman who could be their killer. The two men who had security cams running captured her image but she was completely encased in a black latex body condom with hood, gloves and booties. She has a dancers build long legs, short trunk, long neck and small head and breasts. She was wearing a SGE 150 gasmask so very little can be seen of her face. As far as can be told at this point she doesn’t seem to be taking souvenirs.

Gas masks and St Lucy’s new semester

Mestel SGE 150 gas mask and canister

Gas masks and condoms: We have had a spike in BDSM deaths (well, two in a week) from suffocation. Both were gorgeous and extremely expensive 22 y/o escorts who should have known better than to allow themselves to be fastened to beds with heavy leather restraints. Not that the kind of restraints would have made any difference. Their partner – analysis of his semen found it was the same man – had removed the filter canisters from their standard BDSM gas masks (the Mestel SGE 150 which is less costly than the SGE 400 so is in more common use) and replaced them with an aluminum 40mm fitting extender, then put latex condoms over the extender and fastened the condoms in place with rubber bands so they may have suffocated while he was fucking them. BDSM and especially breathplay is an extremely popular premium service so a girl’s SGE 150 gets a lot of use. The suspect is a man about 6 feet tall, 200 lbs., brown hair, well muscled body, clean shaven and speaks with a French accent. Both girls had a GyneFix implanted and were fertile. None of their clothing seems to have been taken and their slit-kits didn’t seem to be missing anything so we don’t know if he took souvenirs.

We are trying to get the word out to the escort services to be very careful of that sort of request from new clients. Once a client has established a credit history with the service it’s less likely he will turn homicidal especially if he is with a favorite girl, but with BDSM guys sometimes get carried away, so you can never really be sure.

New St Lucy’s girls arrive this week: The pace is picking up again in preparation for the fall semester. Cyndi and Gigi are orientation leaders this year to help the new girls get settled in. New Students have been arriving to be fitted out with the special equipment they will need as are the rising sixth form students who will be taking my Advanced Sexual Techniques course. We had made an exception for Cyndi when she took the AST course when she was fifteen (under the age of consent) but we had permission forms from her mom and her grandmother, the Duchess.

This semester we will have another fifteen y/o Katherine, or Kat, who signed up for AST. She was brought out by her parents from a prestigious girl’s school in NYC and her parents have signed all the requisite permissions for Kat to participate in the sorts of things taught in AST. Actually, she was expelled for repeated inappropriate behavior, but scholastically she is very smart, she’s just adventuresome. The incident for which she was expelled was when she was found enjoying working under one of her gymnastics coaches who was showing her what deep massage therapy felt like and they were really getting it on when her moans brought one of the security guards to investigate. She had her ball-gag in her gym bag and if she had just worn it she wouldn’t have been sent into exile from Manhattan. She was taking gymnastics because the school didn’t have a good dance department so she is switching back to ballet. She had kept up her ballet training with private classes so from her audition video performance she should be able to participate fully at her age level. She seems the sort of high spirited girl who will do well at St Lucy’s. She tested negative for pregnancy (we always check a new student’s urine specimen) so she will start here with a clean record and a creative mind. And she has completed the regimen of Gardasil shots so her vaccinations are all current.

AST Pelvic exam: All St Lucy’s students get a pelvic exam at the start of the school year, but the pelvic given to the students who will be taking the AST course is particularly thorough. That’s because the women’s cervical health and vaginal muscle tone as well as any anatomical irregularities that might interfere with a strenuous regimen of pelvic training, including frequent sexual intercourse, needs to be corrected before classes start or the student must withdraw from the course and reapply after the condition is corrected.

Most of the returning girls had had an AST pelvic before they went home for the summer so they knew if they needed a corrective procedure of one sort or another – often a hymenectomy - and could have it taken care of during vacation. So the second pelvic, upon returning to school, was routine, except for the hCG test of course. HCG tests are never routine with teens on birth control pills since you can never be certain that they have been taking their pills correctly. Then there were the transfer students who had been given a pelvic by their Gyns, but needed the more thorough AST pelvic along with a full physical before starting the course. We also recommend that the student take the schools health insurance through student health which will cover any eventuality including contraceptives, child birth and abortion.

AST course kitting out: A requirement for taking AST is to be a PADI (or equivalent) qualified diver. The AST students arrive several days early to be measured for their latex encasement suits at Gepettos as well as pleasure boots. And for a girl who hasn't already been fitted for a Penetrator plug she is fitted during her pelvic. For a girl getting her first Penetrator is as much a rite of passage as is her first pair of pointe shoes. Many students have already been fitted for diaphragms, but for AST they all get a latex Reflexions flat spring as a gas guard for protection during deep dive-sex which can be used at any time during the woman’s entire cycle. If a student is allergic to latex then she is fitted for a silicone cervical cap which she can wear when she is not menstrual. A cap is harder for teens to insert correctly and can’t be used while menstrual but a cap can be worn safely at any depth.

A single student’s equipment for AST is more than $7,500 and that’s just for the specialty equipment like pleasure boots, rubber encasement suits, a gag set, a selection of dildos and a Sybian. Her SCUBA set, wetsuit, training plug, Penetrator plug, gas guards, splatter mask and other necessary feminine safety equipment aren’t included in the course equipment fees.

An AST off-campus caution: Most AST students are permitted to enroll in teen auxiliaries of local adult fetish clubs. But there needs to be some caution on the student’s part. In theory adult fetish club members aren’t allowed to date St Lucy’s students, but some girls (like Kat) enjoy ignoring the rules. A cervical barrier alone is not enough protection for students venturing into local rubber fetish society. That’s because local men in the rubbers fetish community have been hooking up with very young girls by trolling their teen rubber fetish clubs and taking advantage of new members. One of their fave ways to take advantage of a girl protecting herself by using a rubber contraceptive diaphragm – almost always swimmers or ballet students who are taking a dive-sex course and like to wear their gas guards all the time - is to get her into a compromising position then pull her diaphragm out, stuff it in her mouth as a gag and then penetrate her and finish inside her while she is unprotected. That’s something we try to avoid, but it happens once or twice each year.

So, this year we are requiring all the AST students to be on another effective method of birth control in addition to using a barrier - the pill or a GyneFix are the two most popular ones. That way they can safely attract attention when they are in fetish clubs. Because dazzling young males by their sleek looks while clad in shiny black latex encasement suits and their skill in walking confidently and dancing in a pair of Gepetto’s Pleasure boots is part of their AST training. We call it mind-fucking the locals. With an IUD or on the pill there should be no concern about a possible pregnancy from an encounter where a student has her diaphragm pulled out before she is penetrated. That way the student can pretend to be unprotected and afraid – that’s wonderful drama training - and still be quite safe, when a rubber fetishist pumps semen into her. We have chaperones with the girls, but they can’t be everywhere at once and the girls do need an occasional opportunity to feel they are being naughty. This is Vegas after all!