Ring-gagged and astride a bondage diver’s cervix is rammed
Underwater bondage video shoot: One of Taryn’s adult media video crews was back on site for an underwater bondage shoot. They used one of my training pools because for this shoot the girls were fitted with ring-gags which are especially tricky to wear during dive sex, so shallow water is something of a safety precaution. The actresses have to be expert at breath control under adverse and often painful conditions. There is a whole crew of support personnel surrounding the actors so the gagged woman can take air from a nozzle on a special regulator that is inserted in her mouth and the purge button depressed to empty her mouth of water and fill it with air for a breath. At no time is the ring-gagged girl in danger, as long as things go well. But sometimes the unexpected happens and a girl, who is astride her partner and supposed to be controlling the direction and depth of her partner’s thrusts, gets adventuresome or makes a mistake and comes down hard ramming the tip of her cervix on the head of his penis. Having your cervix rammed can be unbelievably painful even when you usually enjoy it as I do. And getting your cervix rammed unexpectedly can be terrifying while diving while wearing regular SCUBA gear because for some women the pain is so intense that they vomit. So imagine how risky dive-sex is with a ring-gag inserted when absolute breath control is a matter of life or death.
My cycle status: I’m CD2 today and wearing my Reflexions latex diaphragm for residual flow control (I had my usual menstrual extraction yesterday) and as a gas guard for cervical protection because Jacques and I both want dive-sex later on today. I should have an Oves sucking on my cervix again by tomorrow.
100% Oxygen and Nitrogen purging: In order to increase my bottom time I’m using a rubber oxygen mask and corrugated hose connected to a small tank in a backpack when I’m on the surface and not dancing or teaching classes. Breathing 100% oxygen speeds the purging of nitrogen in the body accumulated from breathing compressed gasses while diving. Since nitrogen loading is one of the main limitations to bottom time, and one that can be minimized to a degree, I’m taking all the precautions I can to safely extend the interval I can stay submerged for sexual encounters.
None of my partners are particularly interested in prolonged use of 100% oxygen (they do use it for nitrogen purging during deco stops and after dives so they can dive again in 12 hours) and since men are physically constrained by their ejaculatory limitations that isn’t a problem for me since I use serial partners from my personal stable of stallions if I’m feeling especially needy.
Adolph and the World Cup: Adolph is extremely excited since Germany defeated Argentina 4 to 0 today. He has declared the 7th a ‘holiday’ when Germany is scheduled to play their next game. Their opponent will be Spain. My circle and I are all invited to Schloss Lorelei, Adolph’s estate in the hills outside LV, to watch the game and party. His castle is named for a Rhine water sprite, a German Mythological Siren first written about in 1800 by Klemens Brentano, who wrote about her in "Lore Lay"
“Lorelei can be described as a water fairy, a water sprite or water spirit. A Rhine Maiden. Stunningly beautiful and sitting atop "The Rock of the Loreley" near St. Goarshausen, a small town by the Rhine River in Germany, she combs her beautiful golden hair and sings out to despairing sailors traveling the Rhine so that they may follow her seductive song into more dangerous and rocky areas closer to the Rhine shore and drown. Supposedly many a sailor has succumbed to the whims of Lorelei, who in her grief at having lost the love of her life to the Rhine River, sings out to other sailors so that they may also be drawn to their own deaths. Lorelei is the German counterpart to the Sirens in Greek mythology tempting men to their doom.”
The incumbent Lorelei of Schloss Lorelei: Adolph has begun to use his Pool –Assistant (he is on his 4th one now) as an IRL Lorelei seducing male lovers into the depths of the training well to dive much deeper than the gas they are breathing can safely be used with the usual fatal results. Abigail (Abi) the gorgeous 24 y/o German is the current Lorelei. She has auburn hair, is strong, smart and an expert swimmer/diver who was a soloist with the Frankfurt Ballet. She was hired to teach an underwater bondage course at Splash and has moved up to be a very important part of Adolph’s life as his main squeeze and latex arm-candy.
One Lorelei scenario is for her to descend deeper and deeper just out of reach of her victim until he goes into nitrogen narcosis. It can be a bit dangerous for the woman if her narked lover tries to remove her SCUBA, but typically he removes his own mask, reg or FFM and drowns. Another encounter scenario and one that Adolph especially enjoys watching is when the Lorelei lets the man catch her before they are deep enough for him to be narced and lets him penetrate her. Then as he is thrusting into her she wraps her legs around him locking them together and releases gas from her BCD to draw him further into the depths. The Lorelei’s timing is crucial here as the idea is to let him shoot his wad before he is so narked he drowns himself.
An occasional man: It’s an infrequent and very special occasion when the Lorelei’s seductive talents are required. There is nothing wrong with a 22 bullet in the back of the head, but if a person has a thing for watching snuff IRL then watching a drowning during dive-sex is right up there among the top three. Adolph has used it when there was no hope of collecting a very large debt. There was a European porn distributor who had no family that could be used as hostages or tortured as leverage. The outcome wasn’t satisfactory in the sense that he didn’t get his money, but he found it extremely arousing to watch him drown during dive-sex. The first time Adolph watched a man drown that way was when a man who owed one of the local families’ money couldn’t pay and was invited to a “come-to Jesus” meeting to discuss his situation at Adolph’s. This was before Adolph decided to include Lorelei duties in the job description of his P-A and I was the only woman there along with the heads of the local families so I went into the pool with the guy.
Suspending disbelief: When he was offered dive-sex he had a difficult time believing the Family wanted him relaxed for their discussion and was cautious at first, but they knew that dive-sex was one of his fantasies and he would quickly suspend disbelief. It never occurred to him that the guys he owed were big into snuff encounters. As we went deeper and he inserted his fingers inside me he mistook the dive-gel for my being aroused and thought I wanted him as much as he wanted me, which made things much easier because it put his brain right where I wanted it, being controlled by the nerves in tip of his penis. I helped him insert himself and wrapped my legs around his hips as we sank deeper. Below 90 feet he was so narked he removed his regulator and tried to breathe the pool while still thrusting into me. He did get off just as he stopped breathing and I held him close at 130 feet for a few minutes. He was wearing a cock ring and was still rock hard inside me so I masturbated on his shaft and had my own pleasure as I ascended with his body. It was explained as just another unfortunate diving accident – he went too deep and alone - and one of a long string that have occurred at Adolph’s training facility.
A reader asks: “Jill, I do not know why it comes to my mind in this second but long time no hear about your micro-bladed heels and your fight-training. Are you still competing?”
In reply to his question I wrote: “I fight only occasionally, in the senior division and for charity benefits in the fetish community. I do stay in shape for fighting as I wear Gepetto’s lightly armored Pleasure Boots – a really comfy pair of ballet-boots with interchangeable micro blade heels - when I’m on duty at the casino. I’ll answer your question more fully in a post where I can go into some detail.”
The rest of the story is that I enjoy wearing Pleasure Boots and wearing them is useful when I’m on duty in the casino as they give me an additional eight inches of height (I’m 6’0” in Pleasure Boots) and with sheer black tights, a Penetrator plug inserted, leather mini, black leather compression sports top and a riding crop I tend to look like a Domme so most people (even when they’re upset) get out of my way when I’m nor smiling. That look is helpful in mediating disagreements between leather or rubber-chicks in ballet boots. If reason doesn’t prevail I hit the Inman heel guard release pads on the inside of the heels and the ping and clatter as the blade guards are thrown off may be enough to calm things down if the women have watched knife-pointe fighting or have trained in K-P fighting boots themselves so they realize my blades have been unsheathed. If they or they or their Doms are just into the S&M of plain vanilla ballet boots or are still screaming at each other they may not realize what that means or be so enraged they don’t care and won’t stop so I shout “bare blades”. If they are still going at it at that point I step into the personal space of the most aggressive one and ram the 8 inch micro blade of my heel into throat of one of her boots and slit her laces. Even with ankle stabilization that will make the boot so loose the wearer will lose control of their balance and start to totter which brings their arguing to a halt. If the argument is between fighters wearing K-P fighting boots (which we screen for and are not supposed to allow in the casino) then the confrontation is on a professional level and could have a more serious outcome if the guest/patron doesn’t back off.
