Tim in Grishko boots, he returns to duty

Lovely men’s black leather ballet-boots

The Photo: Grishko 03223 Ballet Boots with Foldover. This style, with a 38 cm length, has a thin split leather sole with pleats, and no heel.  It could be made with a full sole. (03224). The elastic inset is on the inside of the boot at the top. Ballet boots need to fit very closely and be snug on the feet, so they should be made to individual measurements. Material and Color: Black Velour, Black, White, Gold or Silver Leather. Size 36-47

A Grishko fitter from the Covent Garden Dancia London shop came up to the castle to fit both Marvin and Tim for the Grishko 03223 boots in black, the ones with the split soles and pleated toes so the wearer can feel the floor. The pleated toes also allow a partner if properly positioned to see the wearer’s toes to curl w/o cramping during orgasm. Nikolai already has several pairs he wears for roles. Even with a rush order and breathtaking expediting charges the boots didn’t arrive while Marvin was with me and I have no intention of sending them on to him in Cambridge where he can strut around in them impressing Miss GyneFix née Implanon. Speaking of whom she is doing well after her successful vacuum aspiration though not being able to have vaginal sex with her for ten days is giving Marvin a fit though he is allowed to finger her clit to take her to orgasm and splatter her breasts and belly with his seed. But I digress…

Tim in Grishko ballet boots: The boots for both Tim and Marvin came air express and courier (you have no idea of the cost!) this past Friday so I had three days to have sex with him while he was wearing them. Having him strut around on the wooden floor on demi-pointe in them with the leather creaking, the strong new leather scent mixed with testosterone laced sweat, the whisper of the pleated toes brushing the floor during tendus and dégagés and how virile he looked in his boots, rolled tights and the lovely genital bulge of his dance belt made me wet just looking at him. I had no idea that having a partner take me while wearing masculine soft leather boots would be such a massive turn-on. The scent and creak of the leather and looking at his booted legs and feet in the mirror as I bent over holding on to the barre as he thrust into me from behind was marvelous. And the pressure on my toes while en pointe in Freeds for ballet-sex with him gave me the touch of masochism I needed to thoroughly enjoy the encounter! On Sunday, the 17^th I was CD9 and fertile so I needed to cervical protection. I wore a Caya as he likes to rub his glans against the slightly textured dome of the cervix cup. We had marvelous sex made more special because we knew we would be apart for some time and there is a chance that we may never see each other again.

Tim returns to duty: All went well in our trip to Cardiff with a bit of sightseeing before dinner at Gateway of India where I had Rogan gosh, a spicy lamb curry; Curry Samosas, Papadum, Naan and spiced tea which I love. It was delicious! I went with him to the airport and while we said good bye he finger-fucked me against an alcove wall while I tried to suck his tongue out. It was a very emotional but sweet parting and he was licking his fingers as he walked out to the plane.

Souvenir exchange: As I write this I’m wearing one of Tim’s military olive tees that on me makes a lovely and rather modest tunic coming to just above the knee. It is infused with the wonderful scent of his testosterone laced sweat from our ballet classes and ballet-sex encounters and even has semen stains where I dribbled a bit when he slipped out while I was giving him fellatio. I’m not going to wash it until he either sends me another sweaty one (without the semen stains unless he masturbates on it for me) or he comes back so I can help him sweat into one that I can peel off him and be covered in his marvelously heady male aroma.

I gave him a pair of my sweat soaked bespoke Freed pointes with ¾ leather shanks along with a pair of silicone toe pads that have my toe cheese in them both of which I wore the last time we had ballet-sex. They were a souvenir of our time together and he seemed very pleased with the gift as it has significance for us both. I put them in a Ziploc bag to keep the scent in and not have the studio grime on the soles soil the clothes in his bag.       

I’m taking care to avoid contaminating Tim’s tee with my breast milk as I don’t want to wash the tee and the stench of rancid breast milk will mask the toe curling male musk of his scent. That means I wear LilyPadz or a sports bra or both under the tee when I’m wearing it because when I’m aroused my nipples sometimes leak. Actually not wanting to get breast milk on his tee is a good reason to wear a bra during class since with lactating breasts, even though they are high, firm and relatively small (B cups) when I jump and turn it’s best to support them as they haven’t yet begun to sag and I’d like to prevent that for as long as possible. I love taking class in his shirt as my estrogenic sweat mixes with his and with the aroma coming off that shirt and then me masturbating on a pleasure bracket in the castle’s old studio I can fantasize about Tim fingering me to climax. 

Return to Blackthorn castle: The return trip from Cardiff aboard The Dragon was uneventful. I occupied myself by reading some briefing papers on the Barony’s mining interests as on Wednesday I’ll be going south just over the border into Carmarthenshire to inspect a mine that has been a source of a good bit of the Barony’s wealth for a very long time. The forecast is for sunny weather, but below freezing temperatures so at least it should be dry for the mine tour.  Eventually I did sleep fitfully on the train dreaming of Tim. A Land Rover and driver were waiting for me at Caersws and took me home.

On a lighter note: The British Parliament set out this past Monday afternoon (January 18^th) to debate a question that is often argued in the U.S. but has never before been taken up in the halls of Westminster: Is Donald Trump dangerous? Or is he merely a buffoon? For a U.S. view of that see the article in the Washington Post which can be read: HERE   

Feminine fluids and diving, Testosterone at Splash

A lactating instructor in custom made DiveRubber

The photo: The lactating instructor in the photo above is thrusting out her chest and bending backward. With the shoulder straps of her tank sloping away from her waist there is an optical illusion that she is big-breasted. By ballet standards she is, but she is only a C-cup when her breasts are full. You can tell by her full lips and the way she grips the mouthpiece of her reg that she has amazing suction for giving head.

Diving and Feminine fluids: A returning reader and friend interested in cervical barriers asks: “Does the pressure experienced in the dive tank cause an expression of breast milk or a more pronounced period. I would think it would but alas I am not a diver.”

BREAST MILK: These are good questions and ones I haven’t answered before. If it’s a normal dive and I’m breathing ambient air as I descend then there is no major pressure change on my breast tissue – other than a tight wetsuit - that would cause me to express my milk. However, there are situations where I do, such as:

1) In a descent with my air shut off (or the reg is out of my mouth) where the change in depth is 10 feet or so my nipples start to leak. If I descend 20 or 30 feet w/o breathing ambient pressure air my milk flows freely. When my milk reaches full flow will depend on how full my breasts are when I dive. I try to have a partner breast feed or I pump to empty them before diving as rough sex with engorged breasts isn’t my idea of fun. Tight rubber compressing engorged breasts may look erotic, but it is very uncomfortable and not the sort of pain I’m into.

2) The other situation that forces lactation is if I’m wearing a drysuit and I intentionally release, or don’t add, air causing the suit to ‘squeeze’ me as I descend. The rubber will compress my breasts and I will lactate in my suit. I have to be careful that a nipple isn’t caught in a fold and nearly crushed as the suit squeezes me because that can be amazingly painful. Lactating in a drysuit from squeeze (or for any other reason) can be annoying. Not from the feel of warm milk trickling down my belly, but because after the dive the suit is a nightmare to clean. The scent of rancid breast milk at one I’ve never come to love so a thorough washing of the inside as soon as possible with a white vinegar and water solution is necessary before the milk turns rancid.

The compression of breast tissue while diving will decrease the milk quantity to an extent and puts a lactating woman at a higher risk of having clogged milk ducts so I use a good skin cleanser after I dive and if I’ve been submerged more than an hour I pump a bit to ensure my ducts are flowing freely.

URINATION: Urine is another fluid the quantity of which is pressure related and that affects both male and female divers. Any diver who says s/he hasn’t peed in his/her wetsuit is lying. When diving the pressure of the surrounding water causes immersion dieresis which is not depth related as long as the diver is breathing ambient air. Immersion dieresis causes buildup of urine from increased pressure squeezing fluid out of body tissue, which is why dehydration is such a problem for divers and it can contribute to decompression sickness. That’s why it is so important that divers stay well hydrated. Immersion dieresis can reduce the amount of breast milk and the thickened milk can contribute to clogged ducts.

MENSTRUAL FLOW: The effect of diving on menstrual flow is to slow or stop menstruation during the dive primarily from the effects of immersion dieresis. Once I’m on the surface again there is a surge in flow over the next few hours that requires emptying my diaphragm more frequently.

Towel Girls and testosterone at Splash: Gigi has an after-school job as a Towel Girl at Adolph’s adult pool facility in the hills. For more about that see my March 9, 2010 Blog entry entitled ‘Towel Girl Fantasies’. One of the hormonal supplements available at Splash is Androderm, the testosterone patch and one of the senior Towel Girls is undergoing physiological changes. Her muscles are beginning to bulk up, her voice is getting deeper and she is beginning to have a little hair growing on her chest and chin. She is a petite blonde with a svelte figure and unblemished skin and that is changing though at this point she is still quite attractive. Rumor is that she is getting a reaction to the testosterone patches than most of her clients wear to improve their muscle mass, virility and stamina. That is because her specialty is mind blowing oral sex and she has swallowed pints of semen and testosterone ladened urine from her clients on a daily basis for the 7 months that testosterone therapy has been available at the club. Approximately 90% of a testosterone dose given intramuscularly (from Androderm) is excreted in the urine as glucuronide and sulfate conjugates of testosterone and its metabolites; about 6% is excreted in the feces, mostly in unconjugated form, so the thought is that she is getting masculinizing side effects from the testosterone excreted in the urine of her clients.

The Gyn who oversees the health of the Towel Girls and Endocrinologist who prescribes the hormonal supplements at Splash deny that there is any connection between this girls symptoms and her secondary ingestion of testosterone. Meanwhile she has taken a leave of absence. Gigi volunteered to take her place since a lot of the men on Androderm are wealthy Europeans who are worth cultivating as sexual partners. I’ve asked my medical advisors at the clinic to research the literature to see if there are any reports of masculinization of escorts and working girls from metabolites of testosterone ingested while giving head to men on supplementary testosterone. Meanwhile her father, Jacques, is supporting her in her desire to take the place of the masculinized blonde saying that Androderm or its equivalent have been in use in Europe for years with no instances of masculinization that can be traced to professional girls providing oral sex.

The first performances of Dracula: The first performances of my adaptation of the ballet Dracula were to packed venues and were very well received! I danced the heroine, Flora, Sunday night. I was CD3 and my period was in full flow so the audience was properly shocked when it seemed as though I was hemorrhaging. My partner, in the role of Dracula, tried to staunch the flow after he had gorged on my blood and flinging the bloody thong around he splattered a few of the men in the first several rows with my flow. I thought for guys wearing $2,000 suits they took being splattered rather well. We offered to have the suits of five men dry-cleaned and only one took the offer. The others said they were not going to have my blood cleaned off. My producer gave each of them our card so if they change their minds they can get back to us. We did say the older the stain the less likely it would come out. Fortunately there were no women in the first few rows.

Pussy whipped by latex vixens

Pussy Whipped

Discipline and humiliation: Anya, Beth and I have been holding a discipline short course at Adolph’s. Abi is still recovering from a severe yeast infection and her stand-in, Ginny, while lovely, is still a student and has no experience other than being TP-Arm-candy. Adolph had a German industrialist friend, whose company makes pharmaceuticals, as his guest for a few days when he came to Vegas for a convention. Since the gorgeous blue-eyed, blond Aryan is rich and single women throw themselves at him even though he is known as an international swordsman. So Adolph wanted to make sure he had a true Las Vegas experience that he wouldn’t forget; meaning pleasure of course, not the ever present danger of injury or STIs which when playing hard in Vegas is always a possibility.

What few know however is that the Aryan has a discipline fetish that is kinked toward whips and restraints. He first experienced that sort of humiliation as a child at a German boarding school for troublesome boys and over the years found that he developed a taste for it. As an adult his needs have changed little except that his discipline and humiliation sessions must be at the hands of gorgeous rubber encased vixens. So Adolph asked for my help to provide his guest a memorable experience including both sexual intercourse (“He needs his brains fucked out.” is the way Adolph phrased it) and discipline. I insisted that the guest (who is in his 40s) have a complete physical exam first as the sort of discipline he was said to enjoy is very strenuous and I didn’t want to try to explain his injury or death to his parents or board of directors.

The girls and I had dinner at Adolph’s with our German trainee the evening before his discipline started and after dinner we showed him the whips, riding crops for close-in work, we would use and how to get into the leather helmet, lash-cape, ball-gag and armored genital cup. He was not pleased to find he would be wearing a cup but for my discipline sessions it’s mandatory. That’s so that if a stroke goes astray we wouldn’t accidentally sterilize or possibly castrate him. Anya and I are very good at placing the whip’s stinger exactly where we intend, but there is always a first time so genital protection is standard in our D&H training courses. A lash-cape is optional if the client doesn’t mind having his back and buttocks shredded, but since the guest was expected to chair meetings of his companies in Europe in the next few days a cape was necessary. Wearing the cape provides similar protection from a whip as being beaten with a section of rubber hose in that the skin is badly bruised but no bones or skin is broken so he can wear an opaque shirt and won’t bleed through, if he is on enough analgesics to be able to stand the pain.

The lesson: The next morning while Anya, Beth, Abi, Ginny and I had a full breakfast Adolph and Hans (our trainee) had toast and grapefruit juice. Then the girls took a ballet class in Adolph’s small studio while Adolph and Hans watched. The men were particular interested in our use of repeated splits and how our Penetrator plugs fit when we were in 180° splits and développés. After our class I asked Hans if he would rather have sex before or after his whipping and he said before. It was a wise choice as he could use the pleasure he just had to deflect his mind from the pain as his back is being severely bruised by the lashes. We had talked about the use of chemical enhancers during supper the previous evening and Hans wanted no part of taking Viagra or Cialis. From a man’s standpoint I think that’s understandable, because using a performance enhancer could be interpreted as not being confident in his masculinity.

Viagra absorption: However, my experience has been that what I do to a man while he is inside me to mitigate the beating I’m going to give him immediately afterward requires him to have taken an enhancer to help him get through the sexual encounter. So I had arranged for Hans to have a 50 mg Viagra tablet crushed to powder and stirred into his glass of ice-cold grapefruit juice and it went down undetected. Grapefruit juice has the effect of increasing the absorption of Viagra by about 23% and delaying the onset of effectiveness from an hour to an hour and a half so with the grapefruit juice he had the equivalent of 75 mg of Viagra. I didn’t want him on a higher dose as that is more likely to cause side effects like temporary blindness or deafness. By the time the men had watched our ballet class and then watched Beth help Anya and me dress in our black latex body condoms, hood, gloves, and latex ballet boots. About two hours had passed so that Hans was primed with the Sildenafil citrate well metabolized in his body.

Hans wanted to see, feel and watch Anya and I insert the fabled gas guards that Adolph had been telling him about so we opened our crotch zippers and I let him hold (in a latex gloved hand) the Reflexions latex diaphragm I use as a deep-dive gas guard and stretch the dome with his fingers so he would know what he was feeling with his glans if he managed to thrust deeply into the dome. After the show-and-tell Anya and I inserted our GGs and I let Hans (still gloved) insert two fingers inside me to feel that the dome was covering my cervix and the anterior rim was in my pubic notch.

Penetration: Then he took me bareback and he was a surprisingly gentle lover. We started out in missionary and after I guided him inside me I let him do most of the work knowing that at the end I would have to get him off almost by myself. He was large enough that he could reach my cervix just kissing its tip with his through the latex membrane of my gas guard as he thrust as deep inside me as he could get. He was wonderfully thick so that even with my vaginal muscles relaxed I was seriously tight and when he gave me a nearly heart-stopping G-spot orgasm my vaginal contractions took him with me into ecstasy.

While he recycled quickly he sucked at my nipples. I hadn’t pumped my breasts because I knew he would have a chance to nurse and I wanted to surprise him with a full milk supply. He was ecstatic saying he loved fresh breast milk and that it was almost impossible to find because there were so few courtesans who could provide it. We had another four encounters with his long confident strokes as he took us both to orgasm after orgasm. Then as he was tiring we exchanged places and I sat astride his hips and ripple-gripped him for his last three orgasms. He was moaning and dripping sweat, but his shaft was still as hard as iron. However, his breathing was becoming labored and after the third ripple-grip orgasm I could feel a different texture and a metallic scent in the fluid that was draining out of me. I looked down to find one of us was bleeding.

I climbed off him and cleaned him up with some baby wipes and Kegeled his semen out of me several times and found he was the one who was bleeding with the blood coming from his urethra. I had had that happen before where my partner was under such a strain from a continuous interval of sexual activity with a series of intense orgasms that capillaries burst and there was blood mixed with his semen. It’s nothing serious that rest and a course of antibiotics won’t cure but for a guy to be peeing blood can be a bit frightening. He was cool with it and I had given him 800 mg of Ibuprofen to buffer his whipping so he didn’t even feel the burning when he peed.

The lashing: His whipping was almost anticlimactic. We got him into his leather hood, genital cup and lash-cape and fitted the ball-gag into his mouth and tightened the harness to prevent him expelling it. The ball-gag was as much for his protection - to prevent him biting off his tongue or through his cheeks while he was being whipped - as it was to muffle his screams. His wrists were zip-tied (over leather gloves) to the barre in Adolph’s ballet studio where he faced the mirrors so he could watch us whipping him. Anya and I took turns wielding the crop while Ginny and Adolph watched. Ginny may have a taste for lashing men as she didn’t seem at all squeamish. I’ll have to ask her about that. Perhaps it’s something she would like to be trained to do. We gave him 100 lashes and he took them extremely well going to his knees only as the 93rd stroke landed on his back. Afterward we cut him loose and Anya, Ginny, Adolph and I helped him out of his equipment and I went into the shower with him to make sure he didn’t collapse. Then we put him to bed. He slept for an entire day waking extremely sore but smiling. He was no longer peeing blood and Adolph had his doctor check him thoroughly and determine that he was fit to travel before letting Adolph take him to McCarran to board his Learjet for the trip home.