Happy Thanksgiving!

Traditional Thanksgiving turkey

Thanksgiving 2011: For Thanksgiving day my guests will be 1) Cyndi & Chris, 2) Anya & Robin, 3) Shelly & Jeff, 4) Marie-Claude & Pirate, 5) Diané & Peter, 6) Adolph and Abi, 7) Cara and Tony (a friend of Anya’s), 8) Gigi and Jon (a gorgeous escort with amazing stamina and technique) 9) Aimée and Carl (her AST trainer), 10) Adèle, Aimée’s mom, and Tomas (her fave stallion from The Lorelei) and 11) Jacques & me.

Chefs from the casino have already set up to prepare the traditional turkey dinner and also barbecue in my commercial quality kitchen and the banquet table has been set with the heavy linen tablecloth, sterling, crystal and I’m using my Minton china this Year. The Pit, my 68 ft deep pool, as well as the three encounter pools will be available for guests wanting to enjoy dive-sex. And I have already reminded the women to wear their gas-guards since almost all the men love dive-sex. At these get-togethers there is a lot of partner swapping so the women end up with a lot of different male DNA left inside us.

Adolph has promised to be on his best behavior, which at times is none too good, but as a sociopath he can be incredibly charming even as he gets ready to cut his dive partner’s air hose so I’m hoping for the best. He is bringing a special and difficult to get ingredient for the gravy tomorrow which will be a treat for all concerned. It will be a day of sex and feasting and sex, and football on TV. The weather forecast is for a high of 67° F with a 10% chance of rain so it should be a great day for wearing latex body condoms if the men want to see us in them.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers!

A Rapture party

‘Rapture of the deep’ by Sue Dawe

A ‘Rapture’ party: To celebrate the end of the world, which is supposed to occur here in Las Vegas at 6:00 PM PDT today, at that very hour I’m co-hosting a ‘rapture’ party at Adolph’s. We will be diving regular gas (21% oxygen) down to a depth of 150 feet in his training facility (there is a net across the pool at that depth to prevent anyone from going deeper) to enjoy the effects of nitrogen narcosis during dive-sex encounters. We will have five Dive-masters who will be breathing Trimix to watch out for those of us who may get too narced and start behaving dangerously and to make sure we all deco properly on the ascent.

Couples invited to enjoy the rapture are: 1) Cyndi & Chris, 2) Anya & Robin, 3) Shelly & Jeff, 4) Marie-Claude & Pirate, 5) Diané & Peter, 6) Adolph and Elke, 7) Gigi and Jon, 8) Aimée and Doug and 9) Jacques & me. This will be the first time the teens; Cyndi, Gigi and Aimée will be intentionally exposed to the effects of nitrogen narcosis (NN) which is somewhat similar to nitrous oxide in relieving anxiety and providing a feeling of wellbeing, but NN can affect the same diver differently on different dives so its hard to tell how they will do – they could freak out – when they get intentionally narced. Most of the women have GyneFix IUDs implanted (all except me and I have an Oves sucking on my cervix) so pregnancy from having our partners plant their seed deep inside us isn’t a concern as much as if some of the guys will lose touch with reality enough to intentionally pull out some of our gas-guards. The article about nitrogen narcosis on Wikipedia says this about the symptoms: “The most dangerous aspects of narcosis are the loss of decision-making ability and focus, and impaired judgment, multi-tasking and coordination. Other effects include vertigo, and visual or auditory disturbances. The syndrome may cause exhilaration, giddiness, extreme anxiety, depression, or paranoia, depending on the individual diver and the diver's medical or personal history. When more serious, the diver may feel overconfident, disregarding normal safe diving practices.”

This should be an amazing party!

Thanksgiving 2010

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

Thanksgiving Day: Cyndi’s mom, Fiona, and her boyfriend are with us again this year to celebrate Thanksgiving! The Honorable Lady Fiona etc, etc (known to her friends as “Fi”) and her current stud-muffin an SAS Major, Colin Tree, who is with the Military Attaché unit of the Embassy in DC were able to come! She flew out with Senator Reid, to brief him on an Anglo-American project, while Congress is on Thanksgiving break. Limnaea was on the east coast so it was no trouble to pick up Maj. Tree at Dulles. I will fit Fiona with a Reflexions so she can dive the pit She prefers a diaphragm which she used before having her GyneFix implanted rather than the 30 mm Oves I fitted her for last year. That will work out well because we now know Reflexions is quite safe as a gas guard down to at least 200 feet.

Like last year I have a team of chefs - hired off-duty from the casino - working my commercial grade kitchen to prepare the traditional turkey dinner. There will be Parade watching and football for the men but I expect to be able to lure them away from the games for plenty of sex.

For the weekend there will be:

1.Cyndi & Chris,
2. Anya & Robin,
3. Shelly & Jeff,
4.Marie-Claude & Pirate,
5.Diané & Peter,
6. Fiona & Colin,
7. Cara & Clark an experience escort new to our group
8.Abigail (Abi): pool-assistant and Lorelei in residence to Adolph & Adolph
9.Gigi & Chuck, my fave Gyno and Taryn’s old BF.
10.Beth: My Pool Assistant/Dresser & Jon a lovely male escort
11. Jacques & me.

The lovely thing about having a very large house is I can bed them all here for the entire weekend. My circle, since they are in synchrony with me, will be CD 7 – 10 from tomorrow through the weekend so we should all be fertile by Saturday and ready to test the stamina of out partners. Fiona is a few days ahead so will probably ovulate this weekend.

The only sadness is that Taryn won’t be here with us. She sends her love and asks to be remembered to all. She is enjoying Trinity College Cambridge and her tutor says she is doing well in her studies while having an active social life at her country house, Cunt Castle, on weekends.

Shelly, Jeff and the 30 Meter Club

Adolph’s pool-assistant before descent with Shelly and Jeff

Shelly, Jeff and the 30 M Club: Shelly and Jeff the last of my circle to qualify were inducted into the 30 Meter Club yesterday evening. Their encounter went well, but there was a bit of drama beforehand when Adolph insisted the pool assistant on duty (Ellen) dive with regular gas (21% oxygen) as part of her training. She is new to the job, a Brit-chick, and wanted to dive Nitrox II like Shelly and Jeff. Adolph said a dive to 100 feet on regular air would give her a chance to see how narced she would get. A safety diver fighting nitrogen narcosis is not a situation you want if anything goes wrong but that is Adolph for you, anything to add danger to a dive. Fortunately I was dressed – in one of my signature Gottex canary yellow thong bikinis - and prepared with my own SCUBA set so there was never any danger to Shelly or Jeff. Ellen got a bit silly but she knew that was going to happen, which is why she balked at breathing regular gas, but she needs the job for the benefits and the doors that working for Adolph may open for her so she did the dive and came through it ok. You can see from the candid photo [above] she is pissed and at that point hadn’t gotten her emotions fully under control. I’m not sure she will last as a pool assistant with Adolph because he will almost certainly push her hot button as much as he can.

Jeff really isn’t into extreme sex all that much – not that I think a 30 M encounter is that extreme, but he does - so he had taken a Cialis - and Shelly slipped a cock-ring onto the base of his shaft and he performed flawlessly and Shelly had a wonderful time! I ended up as safety diver for all three and Ellen got really buzzed and was ‘talking’ to the D-rings and restraint straps on the walls but she didn’t do anything foolish or potentially fatal like throw away her mask or pull out her reg and try to breathe water and she stayed with us the entire 20 minutes which I thought was a plus.

Dive rubber, the pros & cons: I’m showing Beth (my dresser and PA) how I use a really high quality .5 mm thick latex encasement suit as a diveskin. Gepetto makes them to measure from a formulation - developed by Jeff’s labs - that will stretch like a condom and is highly resistant to tears and punctures. The only seams are welds at the zipper and while a bit thicker it fits as well or better than a body condom with the zipper hidden in the wearer’s buttock or breast cleavage. Even when lubed up it takes a bit of effort to get into Gepetto’s dive rubber correctly so breasts and labia are supported or cradled not pinched but the look and feel once it’s on is awesome and the silicone impregnated crotch zipper opens and closes easily so it’s a treat to wear. Beth was so fascinated by my dive rubber that I bought her one and she wore it for the first time today and was delighted with it. The downside of wearing dive rubber is that it is hot to wear and increases the rate of a diver’s dehydration if the water temperature isn’t cool or you aren't breathing Trimix. The Helium in Trimix increases heat transfer considerably, so the couple won’t over heat nearly as fast for a given water temp or level of exertion.

As part of her research Beth wanted to know what it is about rubber that makes me want to be sheathed in a latex membrane. She was especially keen to compare my thoughts about a dive rubber experience with her own after wearing her DR for the first time. I think it is partly the feeling of having every part of me being compressed simultaneously by the rubber, partly the fantasy of being protected by the rubber as though it provides meaningful protection from anything other than semen. And, of course, how gorgeous I look encased in latex, smooth, shiny and showing off the curves of my body all displayed in high definition! Then there is the pungent scent of the latex which I’ve come to appreciate especially when mixed with my perspiration, natural lubricant and a partner’s semen. I think my female pheromones are enhanced by being mixed with the scent of rubber.

A Girl-Girl encounter: I’m CD22 today and am nearing my secondary libidinal peak. As I helped Beth into her DR in my dressing room it was obvious she was aroused. I don’t usually come on to another woman. If it’s to be girl on girl I let them come to me, but her erect nipples were so obvious through the stretchy black rubber encasing her breasts that I initiated the encounter. I pushed her against the mirrored wall of my dressing room and slipped my hand between her legs as I spread my feet into a la seconde and piquéd sur les pointes. Beth is taller than me and I went en pointe so she could easily reach my zipper while standing flat in her latex booties. We opened one another’s crotch zippers almost simultaneously and when she gasped as I fingered her clit I shoved my tongue down her throat and she sucked on it hungrily.

My fingers found her labia engorged, parted and slippery wet with her natural lube as I pushed my index and middle fingers into her vagina feeling for her G-spot. It was quite prominent, a raised deeply textured area on the anterior wall beneath her bladder and I began to caress it with my index finger. She must have been very needy or had a wicked case of the hots for me because suddenly she was quivering, mewing, sweating and gasping for air. And, as she slipped over the edge into orgasm she found her voice screamed and came ejaculating all over my hand and thigh. Who knew she was a squirter! Finger fucking her I got myself off in a series of exquisite mini-orgasms that left me floating in the delicious haze of afterglow and I held her in orgasm while she begged me to never stop. In orgasm she was rubber legged, her arms wrapped around me mashing my breasts in a bear hug as she clung desperately to me for support. The tight rubber of our suits creaked and groaned as they slid across each other when she sagged against me and the scent of latex and sweat hung like mist in the air around us. It was our first and an incredibly intense encounter for us both.

Disappearances at sea

An all-suites luxury cruise ship in the Caribbean

Rubberstud’s lawyer called: He asked to speak with me as Shelly’s supervisor. He said he was designated as the ICE (in case of emergency) contact for Rubberstud’s affairs and wanted to let me know that Rubberstud and his wife, Shelly, are missing at sea from a luxury cruise liner in the Caribbean.

I told him I thought he had been misinformed, at least about Shelly. He was embarrassed but pleased to learn that Shelly was safe here in Vegas. Then, after a pause while we both came to the same conclusion, he started apologizing for having to break the news that his client apparently went overboard with his mistress last night during a two week Caribbean tryst. He said the cruise line security who contacted him told him the missing couple was traveling as man and wife and had talked enthusiastically with their dinner companions about the costumes they were going to wear for the Halloween ball. They were seen in one of the lounges dancing after midnight and didn’t appear for breakfast this morning. No one thought anything of it until he got an urgent message related to business and they could locate neither him nor his companion. Security said they were looking at all the security cams that cover the ship to see if there are images of them going over the side. So far they have found nothing.

Shelly seems stunned by the news. At some level she still loves him and was hoping for reconciliation. On another level she realizes that was very unlikely and she was resigned to waiting out the terms of her Pre-nup and getting a divorce. But she and I did go to Naughty’s the other night to ogle men. She is an amazing flirt and we both had a good time. It was good fun and took her mind off her man problems. That night she went home to an empty bed and I went home to Caesar. Her husband’s attorney said the missing couples possessions were packed up and are being shipped to his home in Vegas where they both just transferred residence.

Mouthpiece lipstick

Twin hose mouthpiece with diver’s lipstick

Shelly’s rival's lipstick: I’ll have to publicly admit defeat. I have been unable to focus Rubberstud, Shelly’s husband’s attention back on her as I’d hoped to do. I have however created in Shelly a rubbergirl of the most lascivious sort. She is absolutely drop dead gorgeous encased in latex! The problem with Rubberstud, or perhaps it’s Shelly’s and my problem with him, is that as far as women are concerned as soon as he completes one conquest he is off in another woman’s pants, if not before. We toned her vaginals and improved her technique to appeal to him, and she even let him think she became a rubbergirl just for him, but we couldn’t get him to focus exclusively on Shelly. Actually he was constantly sniffing my crotch until I cut him off after I unexpectedly came into a good bit of money a few weeks back. I’m thinking medicating him on Adderall might be the only solution and we can’t do that. So it was disappointing and surprising when Shelly found lipstick on the mouthpiece of a twin hose SCUBA set she and her husband have at their home’s pool for guests. Always in the past Rubberstud had been careful to do a fairly thorough job of hiding his women even when he brought them home. So this openness in flaunting his liaison with his Mistress in Shelly’s home was an escalation of the schism in their marriage

Evidence of an assignation: In addition to the lipstick on the mouthpiece (not Shelly’s shade) the tank and mask his paramour had worn had her hair conditioner all over them too. Worse was the fact that the white beavertail wetsuit the woman had worn was left on the dressing room bench where she had taken it off with a puddle of dive-gel and coital discharge still in the crotch along with an Ortho diaphragm she had used as a gas guard that had dried blood in the dome and was lying on the beavertail. I was with her when Shelly came across her latest rivals spore where it was obviously meant to be found and I could see the smile on her face when she saw the blood in the dome of the Ortho, as she said “well at least he made the bitch bleed for him”. She also showed me a fresh gouge in the hardwood floor of the master bedroom entryway and smear of black wax on the bedroom rug where someone had slipped and fallen while wearing ballet boots. Shelly hasn’t fallen in her ballet boots since the second day she had them which was months ago before they bought this house. And Rubberstud doesn’t wear his fetishwear – he is actually quite good in ballet boots - except when away from home so it wasn’t him. This isn’t the first or even the third she has seen evidence of his having sex with women in their house, but it is certainly the first time that no attempt was made to hide it. Rubberstud is on business in the Caribbean for ten or twelve days so she has some time to decide how to handle the situation before he returns. She was past being angry; angry was several weeks ago, and she seemed more resigned at that point. She just left the woman’s filthy dive gear where it lay and let the body fluids harden and discolor the rubber.

Legalities: She said she had checked with a lawyer and Rubberstud has her tied up in a prenuptial agreement for another 4 years so right now she thinks she will just try and ride it out if she can. Unless he divorced her, which if that was to happen he would have to settle several hundred million on her to get the divorce and that doesn’t seem likely. Then, over coffee she told me about finding a pack of her latest rival’s birth control pills in an overnight bag hidden in a guest room closet at the far end of the house where Rubberstud thought Shelly never went. She said she took the plastic circle of pills out of the dial pack and put them in the microwave for 15 seconds to fry the hormones, then returned the pills to the dial pack. She wondered if the blood in the dome of the diaphragm could be a hormonal thing from having her pills nuked or if it was from having her cervix battered. I’m wondering if Shelly doesn’t need to go and talk with a therapist because she seems to be obsessing over the strangest things right now. Like the lipstick on the twin hoses reg wasn’t her shade and since she doesn’t use conditioner when she dives she wonders now if she should switch to that shade of lip-gloss and start using a conditioner.

Shelly moves to Vegas

Vegas real estate. The enclosed pool is on the right.

Shelly is in town: You’ll remember, from my August 1, 2009 entry, that the new (3hird) wife, Michelle (Shelly), of a prospective investor in my gaming corporation has asked me to teach her how to keep her husband sexually interested in her. She thinks he is already beginning to stray after being married to her for only six months and she’s absolutely right about that! He is a well known swordsman and is said to be envied by his male friends for his prowess in bed. And, he has been fucking me for the last several months thinking he will be able to change my mind and get a larger share of my company by getting a piece of my ass. He is a very skilled lover, for an amateur, but no man is able to mindfuck me that easily.

So Shelly is out here to find a suitable house as a training location and it’s a marvelous time to buy a house in the Las Vegas area! She wants a small place but one with several large rooms that can be used for a gym and for storage of clothes, and some formal rooms where she and her husband can entertain when he is here on business. I told her she would need at least a room for the wardrobe I will have her buy. And she wants a place with a large swimming pool that can be used year round. She has retired from ABT, she was a soloist, and wants to devote her time - for now - to making herself irresistible to men, but specifically her husband. She has unlimited funds as her husband is extremely wealthy so she is looking for a place that is secluded on some land out of view of public roads. There are a few places that have what she wants and several are near my home.

What I have to work with: She is 23 y/o, is 5’5” and 115 lbs, has a beautiful face with blue eyes, high cheekbones, a full head of long naturally blond hair, a lovely body, long legs and neck, small head and firm, high C-cup breasts. She was a bit busty for a classical ballet dancer, but then with her long legs and big breasts she is a man’s fantasy come true and encased in skintight latex she will be a heart stopper! She knows he’s a bit kinky when it comes to rubber and enjoys what he calls ‘ballet sex’ when he takes her from behind while she is en pointe in her Freeds, but she really has no idea of the extent of her husband’s huge rubber and shoe fetishes. He is a major rubberstud for sure! So when I introduce her to those areas, if she likes wearing that sort of thing, she should have him all over her like white on rice. The attitude and determination of a trainee is everything with fetish training. I don’t think she has anything she is not willing to try so with her flexibility and classical training she should be a good student. It should be just a matter of her learning to tone and control her pelvic muscles and getting used to performing sexually in all the rubber devices and clothing I’m going to introduce her to.

Since Anya is on the disabled list I have asked Shelly if she is interested in joining our casino’s ballet troupe as a guest artist. It would give her an opportunity to keep taking professional level classes to stay in shape which she wants to do and to become involved in the dance community. It would also keep her performing, though I don’t think she’s ever done porn before so if she agrees it should be interesting seeing how quickly she adapts. The audiences at our high-rollers club is a good bit more high spirited and vocal that the ones she has been performing for with ABT at the Met in NYC. We would have her in a mask to hide her identity so she wouldn’t have to worry about being recognized or stalked because of her performances. But being stalked just because your beautiful is pretty much a given out here. I love having a guy who stalking me collide people because he is so intent on watching me. Or leading a stalker through the luxury malls and then when I’m in the Hermès boutique and he gets close I turn and ask if he will buy me a Birkin bag. The look on the guys face is priceless!

The plan: My plan is to first get her fitted with the full range of pelvic devices and rubber fetishwear she will need as well as ballet boots. She has a ParaGard IUD inserted now which I’m going to recommend she change to a GyneFix implant because when she starts having extremely intense vaginal orgasms the frame of her ParaGard is likely to bend and perforate her uterus or expel or both. I’m not goings to outfit her in leathers now because her husband is almost exclusively a rubberstud and had no interest in fetish leather, except ballet boots so she will be fitted for a custom made pair of Gepetto’s best pointe-boots. With the Polymorphe latex she will be buying I’ll make a rubber-chick of her and Mr. Horny will be all over her. I’m also going to outfit her with a full set of our clinic’s ‘Domme’ line of fetishwear cervical barriers in shiny black latex.