Breeding fantasies

The Greek Witch/Goddess Circe in her lair

Circe’s Lair: Readers may recall that in Greek mythology Circe was a powerful witch, Homer called her a Goddess, who transformed her enemies or those who offended her into tame animals. Circe’s Lair, our private costume encounter club, gives women an opportunity to act out that fantasy with men by giving them so much sex it drains them of their energy. A talented woman with stamina can turn a man who thinks himself a tiger in bed into an exhausted pussy.

In a comment on another post I was asked: “Do any women you know get off on either real preg. risk sex or protected pretend preg risk sex?” My answer was, not many. However, I think there are instances (and surroundings matter here) where while starting with the best intention to be cautious a woman can be lured into an encounter of far greater risk than she is prepared for. Such a place for high risk assignations is our new encounter lounge, Circe’s Lair. That’s because some adventuresome women overestimate their stamina and the effectiveness of their contraceptive protection. When that happens with a potent and determined man as a partner a woman who was having fun when she thought she was the predator can easily become prey and her fantasy can turn very scary if she isn’t careful. Of course some of us are into casual sex for just that sort of adrenaline high. Termination is the answer if a guest is left with something growing in her uterus so there is no real problem if the woman is prepared for that possibility.

STIs and vaccines: Circe’s Lair caters to the 25 – 35 demographic of young, adventuresome, assertive women from the arts and healing professions and the men they attract, but couples are also welcome. Guests are required to have a current clean STI Panel on file and we prefer our women guests to have had all three shots of the Gardasil HPV vaccine. To encourage them having Gardasil injections we give them 20% off alcoholic beverages. Their vaccine status is coded into the chip on their wristbands. Men get 10% off alcohol for having all their Gardasil shots, but few do.

Costumes: Women are encouraged wear any costume they like. Latex catsuits, lash-leathers, neoprene wetsuits (usually just a beavertail jacket) or nylon/spandex Zentai all appear in the Lair with some frequency as well as women dressed as Superheroines like Wonder Woman and of course the traditional ballerina look with tights, tutu and tiara. A few will even wear their pointes if they took ballet in school. Most professional dancers don’t want to go out socially in pointe shoes unless they intend to have ballet sex and then they will carry them in their tote until it’s time to go en pointe.  And the lady Godiva look with just a vaginal plug and long hair to conceal her charms is quite common.  All the costumes have one thing in common, easy access to the wearer’s vulva for PVI, penile/vaginal intercourse.

Unintended breeding: I’ve spent enough time in the Lair that I can easily spot returning men who are players, even if they are masked. I love watching their technique to get selected by different women each time. I like playing with a man with that sort of appetite (needing to pollinate as many lovely blossoms as he can) and when I’m in Circe’s alone I will sometimes pick one and put myself in his way, knowing full well if he starts a conversation he would like nothing better than to leave his seed in my tubes and have me conceive.

Some players frequenting Circe's have been successful in that way with pick-ups because at least two women I’ve seen with known breeders at Circe’s have had abortions at our clinic and we have had complaints from other women who claim they conceived from an encounter while in the Lair. Consensual sex can be risky even with the best contraception and if the man is riding bareback pregnancy can be a relatively common side effect even for women on the pill. That should be considered before, not after an encounter. We do offer free emergency contraceptives, Plan B One-Step, to all women guests as they prepare to leave Circe’s so we have done all we can.

For readers wondering why women still get preggers when on the pill it’s mainly because they are not using it correctly like; missing pills, throwing up within 2 hours after taking the pill or taking meds or supplements that decrease the effectiveness of the hormones. And taking meds that reduce the effectiveness of hormonal methods extends to the Marina IUD, Nexplanon and the shot as well. Too, other methods also fail. There was the couple where the man had had a vasectomy. Unfortunately he had been sniped only the week before and he was still shooting live loads when he mounted her bareback at Circe’s. She declined Plan B and got preggers. And Circe’s has its share of condom failures, but as I mentioned all the ladies are handed Plan B before they leave.  

Player mind-fucked with a Breeding diaphragm: This past week after getting back from the Scottish highlands I was premenstrual. At that time and when menstrual (I’m CD 3 today) I’m at my secondary libidinal peak and badly in need of intimate male attention and Jack was still in the UK. I wasn’t looking for Mr. Right I just needed Mr. Right Now! So I prepared carefully then went hunting at Circe’s Lair. First I removed my latex Reflections death rubber. Then I selected a breeding diaphragm (a silicone All-Flex 2 sizes smaller than my correct 80mm size) applied pre-seed which has somewhat  the consistency as FCM in the dome and inserted it.   I told my prey, the man who selected me, that I had short cycles and was not only menstrual but fertile as well. A player’s rep gets around so I knew he was into menstrual sex, but since I was fertile he seemed to tolerate the diaphragm. However, I knew better since he had already under-thrust the rims of two other Circe’s guests All-Flex diaphragms and one had conceived from the sperm he left in the dome.

I was barelegged wearing a red cotton/Lycra thong under a skin-tight gold lamé tee worn as a tunic over a front closure sports bra with old soiled red Gaynors on my feet so I could be taken from behind while on my toes, in my fave ballet-sex position. I guided him to a small encounter salle with a mirror and barre. I went over to the barre did a few leg stretches then rose en pointe and leaning back against the barre pulled him into my arms.  He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth while reaching between my legs to pull the fabric of my thong to one side, inserted two fingers in me felt the rim of my All-Flex and nodded saying that I was well protected, which told me he knew the diaphragm I was wearing wouldn’t save me from what he planned.

By then he was rock hard. I unzipped his slacks and eased his woodie into my hand. He was un-cut and lovely with pre-cum causing his glans to glisten even in the subdued light.  I turned to face the barre en pointe a la seconde and bent over the barre holding on with one hand while I helped him enter me with the other. I gasped in delight as with a single stroke he fully penetrated me! He was quite thick and just long enough to fit snugly into my anterior fornix, his first few thrusts were along the long axis of my birth canal, but then he altered his angle and I helped by arching my back so he was thrusting into my anterior wall.

Under-thrust: On the third thrust at that angle I felt the rim flex as his glans pushed under the rim and I knew he had penetrated my protection as I’d planned so we were skin-on-skin with his glans and frenulum against my G-spot. After he was under the rim I lowered my back and let him work on my G-spot and squeezed each time he sank his glans in my anterior fornix mixing his pre-cum with my menstrual discharge and the pre-seed. He kept moaning and whispering what a tight fuck I was, which was the whole point of me ripple gripping him after I had let him under-thrust my breeder. It took only 5 minutes to get him off even though he is known as having marvelous control. I wondered how long he had been w/o release as his spend filled the dome and gushed out around his shaft running down my thighs and splattering my GMs with pink tinted ejaculate.

I was pleased he made no attempt to withdraw and stayed hard inside me as he recycled for another try at immortality. He was as good the second time as the first, but his third attempt failed miserably and I did all the work ripple gripping him as he clung to me like a drowning man to a reed. The third time he came I think he nearly fainted and he struggled to stay on his feet while holding on to me. When he pulled out he was completely exhausted. I quickly slipped my thong back in place so the absorbent gusset could collect but barely contain the amount of bloody coital discharge. I could hear and feel it squish as I walked to the loo to use a bidet, change thongs and insert my death rubber again.  

Afterward:  I don’t usually socialize with a casual sex partner after an encounter, but I was worried that I had been too much for him and he might collapse so I had a drink with him afterward and I was shocked when he showed me pics of his wife (a gorgeous 26 y/o dancer I know who works at another casino) who is 3 months along with their second child and their 6 month old son. Irish twins! So much for lactational amenorrhea as an effective contraceptive method!

It’s not as though He and I were discreet either. Everyone at Circe’s who might have been interested saw us! He is a gambling equipment salesman and is over here often which may explain his time in the clubs, but not his time in different women’s vaginas.  What kind of man shows the woman he just told she was “the best fuck I’ve ever had” pics of his family? I think he has a mortality complex; that is he thinks he is going to die soon and wants to leave as many children with as many different women as possible. He is convinced that he has impregnated me and wanted to know if I would keep it if he caused me to conceive. I just smiled and patted his hand. When I seduced him I didn’t know I’d be fucking a friend’s husband, but it’s happened before. It’s just one of those things that happen out here.

Sex as a competitive skill

Relief zipper detail on a 2 mm latex fetishwear wetsuit

The Photo: Posing in a black latex wetsuit in the desert can be a grueling assignment. It was in the mid 80s when this photoshoot was held and the model was being hosed down with chilled water every few minutes to keep her from fainting. In this photo she was steadying herself while feeling nauseous. She said it was bad sushi from the night before, but I doubted that was her problem. When she got back to the casino I suggested she test for hCG as she just had that look about her. I’m pretty good at guessing because I’ve seen so many totally unexpected pregnancies. Some women glow, others of us have that doe-in-the-headlights look, like WTF happened? She tested positive.

She didn’t know how far along she was because she is on LoSeasonique (levonorgestrel/ethinyl estradiol and ethinyl estradiol) tablets that provide an oral contraceptive regimen of 84 orange tablets each containing 0.1 mg of the progestin levonorgestrel and 20 mcg of the estrogen ethinyl estradiol, followed by 7 yellow tablets each containing 10 mcg of ethinyl estradiol. Since the user takes 84 active pills in a row and she was near the end of her active pills she hadn’t had a pill-period in several months. I asked her how good she was about taking her pills and she said she had been taking them on time. I asked about other meds she had been taking and she had been given Azithromycin for a sinus infection about six weeks ago so the antibiotic probably decreased the effectiveness of her pills. I’m guessing that she was probably less than 8 weeks preggers.

She was adamant, insisting on having an immediate abortion. She is a clinical psychology grad-student at UNLV and needs the money she gets from fetish modeling to pay for school. She didn’t want to take Mifeprex because a friend had had a bad time with it and had to have a vacuum extraction afterward to remove the remaining fetal tissue. So she wanted to have a menstrual extraction and be done with it in an hour or so rather than having to deal over an interval of days with Mifeprex which might or might not work. Since she is a friend of Anya’s I got her a slot on the ME schedule at our clinic for the next morning. Anya went with her and the procedure went well with no complications. Her Gyn hardly had to dilate her cervix at all to insert the cannula so she was pleased about that. She was given ten days of an antibiotic and told not to have penetrative sex for two weeks and to use condoms or another effective barrier method for at least two weeks after taking the last dose of antibiotic while her hormonal protection was being reestablished. She tolerated the procedure well both physically and mentally and took 800 mg of Ibuprofen afterward and kept her afternoon appointment with another fetish photographer.

Jack on competitive sex: “I suppose if you see the world as a competition then it's a dog-eat-dog world and the rules of polite society won't apply. Your characters inhabit such a world of intense competition and see sex as warfare. Men find pleasure in inseminating women, not simply in even using them for a sexual thrill (bad enough). Some of these characters even use their partner's sexual needs and orgasm as a means to "destroy" them... quite literally. In this world the best sex is the riskiest sex where one can literally wake up dead from the encounter. This is an extreme fetish world laid over top of a "normal" desire for sexual pleasure where winning seems to be holding a place amongst the economic elite who have the time and means for such "perversion" and where they apparently feel compelled to distinguish themselves from the hoi polloi not only in their material possessions, but in the extreme fetishes. Fetish appears to be the sex of the elite and well heeled... pun intended… and the fantasies of anyone else who can't afford it... but has upwardly mobile aspirations. I tend to think that this extreme risk fetish sex is mostly fantasies of all classes and less the practice of a few elites.”

I agree that “extreme risk fetish sex is mostly fantasies of all classes” Even for some St Lucy’s girls with wealth and looks some of the techniques I familiarize them with during orientation are too risky and they don’t participate in those training sessions. Others love the idea of risky sex, the adrenaline makes the experiences that much more intense, and occasionally one who wants to participate can’t because she can’t stand that much excitement which causes seizures. Those are the ones who can turn bitter and become strong advocates of purely missionary sex for married couples and even then for procreation only. I do think that even responsible men - those who ensure that they and their partner(s) are using an effective method of birth control - subconsciously lust after getting the girl pregnant.

I’ve seen too many men, even the responsible ones, with that glint in their eyes as they pull out of me. This is especially true when I’m in a latex catsuit and they have penetrated me through my relief zipper. I think they feel they have already gotten to me through my protective rubber suit and as they stare at my hard flat latex sheathed belly and their semen draining from between my labia I can see the thought balloon over the guy’s head that says: “God, wouldn’t it be amazing if I’ve gotten past her birth control and put a bun in her oven!” Occasionally a certain man will become so emotionally involved he forgets where he is and will admit to feeling that way. That’s especially the case when I’m negotiating a business deal and he’s getting a piece of me. But then it’s more like: “Wouldn’t the bitch be surprised if I left a bun in her oven!” And that’s just vanilla sex.

“In this world the best sex is the riskiest sex where one can literally wake up dead from the encounter.” I’ll plead guilty to feeling that way! I don’t think there are too many women who feel the way I do about physically risky sex, (I do my best to avoid STIs) except perhaps Anya, and she can be even more extreme than I am at times. But every man who has ever been with her says she is an absolutely astonishing sexual talent!

“…winning seems to be holding a place amongst the economic elite who have the time and means for such "perversion" and where they apparently feel compelled to distinguish themselves from the hoi polloi not only in their material possessions, but in the extreme fetishes.”

Absolutely! Why not? My experience has been that one associates with people with whom there are like lifestyles and interests. It is true that the rich have more time and resources to devote to some sexual roads less traveled either because of the cost or risk or both. “Perversion?” Who is qualified to say what is ‘normal’ in sexual practices - excluding pedophilia of course which is totally aberrant and off limits. The general public has been so traumatized by its parents while children that many can’t touch themselves much less discuss their bodies and sexuality with others. Those of us who glory in our bodies and sexuality seek out others of like mind to play with. Occasionally there will be some breakage and a woman or more rarely a man will be killed, usually by accident because of their lack of attention to detail. On balance the thrills are worth the risks.

Jack on dressing for the hunt: “Dressing IS something we do for sending out a message. It a non verbal language we learn to use... men mostly as readers and women as readers and writers. Women are the seducers and men the seduced. Women typically get to choose who gets them, though when a male is understood to be a prize the tables can be turned and there messages becomes one of NOTICE ME and take me! When people go as unattached to a club, they are usually intending to leave attached - they are hunting for a suitable compatible partner. If you go to a square dance social you will have a hard time finding a fetish partner who is into kink. On the other hand if you go to a fetish club in a gas mask, others will read that message as this is a person who is into breath play... and so forth. We often hear of crazy sociopaths who prey on defenseless females and that a female advertising she is hunting for sex is more likely to attract one of these nutcases. She becomes an "easy mark". This has actually made people quite cautious in picking up someone for "anonymous" sex on the first encounter, though this certainly IS going on and IS a real thrill for many. Could this lead to a sort of defensive strategy where people understand that their love encounter could quickly turn into a struggle for their very survival? I suppose so when people are made increasingly aware of women getting killed in sex encounters with strangers... whether they are pick ups or paid clients. We can't know the real motives of partners we don't.... know. You play with fire, you are going to get burned... and this was understood long before kinky risky fetish encounter sex.”

I agree with a lot of what Jack said in the preceding paragraph. Anonymous sex can be hazardous to your health. Along a recently discovered fave dumping spot on Long Island four sets of human remains were discovered in December in the thick brush north of Ocean Parkway, in Suffolk County. In recent weeks, the remains of four more bodies turned up in Suffolk, along with human remains found in two places in the dunes along the same road in Nassau County. Is that ten people, so far? I guess a stretch of deserted shoreline is quicker and quieter than a wood chipper and quicklime pond. At least four were prostitutes. But I’m talking about up-market consensual, recreational, non-commercial sex… just for the thrill of it - as a hook to attract the interest of an eligible breeding partner. Not that a trust-fund beauty can’t be offed for the fun of it by a psychopath if she isn’t careful.

Some of the better clubs here try to help increase the level of STI protection by giving discounts to customers who can show a clean recently taken STI panel. That puts the players on record with a neutral third party and keeps down the number of posers. Gasmasks are ubiquitous at fetish clubs now to help hide ones identity because of their ready availability and wide selection in a price range where everyone can afford a gasmask of some kind and because they can be easily adapted with gags and rebreather bags for breathplay. Gasmasks can be very dangerous when worn by the unwary. All a man needs is piece of rubber – a dental dam or balloon – placed in the canister fitting to act as a diaphragm to block the opening into the woman’s mask when the canister is screwed down tight. Or, if no canister is available a 40 mm threaded blank to screw into the canister connector of a woman’s gasmask while her hands are tied behind her or zip-tied to ceiling pipes in a basement. Then she is easily suffocated if he isn’t paying very close attention

Towel-Girl fantasies

A Towel-Girl in sweats breaking in new shoes

Gigi as a Towel-Girl: Jacques got Gigi her job as a volunteer Towel-Girl at Splash the new private pool club that recently opened in the hills outside town. A Towel-Girl at a pool club is rather like a shop assistant in a commercial boutique helping the clients find what they want and trying different things to see what works best, except that at Splash the Towel-Girls can be the merchandise. Most of the Towel-Girls are semi-pros working there to gain experience in servicing the dive-sex fetish community within the organized environment and relative safety of a club. The girls work for tips so it’s in their interest to please their clients and management can say they aren’t really employed by the club. And, because Splash is an up-market club getting a position as a Towel-Girl is highly prized because of the professional and social contacts that can be made there. The towel girls range in age from 16 to 18 with management preferring younger rather than older ones. Someone in personnel thinks the younger ones will be easier to control and physically will last longer through the rigors of club politics and pleasing customers. Personnel expects the training and client services regimen will be so intense (there is a great deal of pointe work because Towel-Girls are required to work en pointe at all times) that Towel-Girl longevity will peak at 18 to 24 months so they expect the turnover of Towel-Girls will be very high. That suits management’s business plan because they want no thought given to what happened or where they went when Towel-Girls disappear.

Jacques got Gigi the job because he wants her to develop a more cosmopolitan circle of male friends rather like the men she would make friends with in the fetish clubs of Paris. Not that the screened stable of stallions cleared by St Lucy’s Student Health is not impressive in a sort of mid-western America way. However, Jacques wants Gigi to be able to blend seamlessly into the club scene in LA, NYC London, Paris Berlin, Tokyo or Hong Kong and UNLV grad students as a group just don’t have the edgy, kinky weirded out vibes a girl gets when matching wits with fantasy obsessed men in a world class cosmopolitan fetish club.

Viennese heeled boots: At Splash Towel-Girls are expected to be proficient in dive-sex their primary function and in wearing all sorts of dive gear. In addition, to give Gigi a bondage specialty, as a Towel-Girl other than an exceptionally strong vaginal grip – her velvet vise – she got a pair of Viennese heels for her ballet boots and in just a few days has become expert in wearing and walking in them. [For more about Viennese fetish boots see my entry for October 15, 2009] Of course the male fantasy is that the heels which are titanium spikes (that protrude 4 inches below the platform of the ballet boots to which they are attached) prevent the wearer from walking and so she must crawl or be carried. And, the boots have shaft locks that prevent the wearer from taking them off so there is a major bondage-submissive- punishment- training scenario that she can play out with her client while wearing ballet boots with Viennese heels.

Impregnation fantasy: Another of Gigi’s signature fantasies is to allow a client to live-load her gas guard by ejaculating in the dome. Then she will insert it so that the tip of her cervix is immersed in the pool of semen in the dome. That’s the ‘OMG you’ll impregnate me!’ fantasy that works exceptionally well during her fertile days each cycle when she can let her client insert his fingers in her vagina coating them with her fertile cervical mucus and then have him stretch the strands of mucus to show him how fertile and ready to ovulate she is. You would be amazed at the number of men old enough to be a beautiful teen’s father who fantasize about impregnating them. Or, perhaps you wouldn’t. I think it’s probably a pretty common male fantasy and Gigi gives her clients an opportunity to act out their incest fantasies calling them daddy and saying if he didn’t do it again she was going to tell mom! That’s a huge turn-on for guys with daughters and single men as well. What she doesn’t tell them is that although she really is fertile there is almost no chance she will get preggers from wearing a hot-loaded diaphragm because she is protected by her GyneFix IUD implant.

Adolph is the owner of Splash though it would be difficult to trace ownership back to him because it’s hidden behind several off-shore shell companies. He established Splash as a place to be able to have some control over the supply of product – meaning subservient or freshly dead young women - which he needs for several of his fetishes. Now that Splash is open if things go as planned he will be less dependent on me and violent crime in the area to supply him with young female bodies. That may leave me more vulnerable to his kinky tricks but he still needs me for other very intimate services so I think I should be safe enough as long as I let someone else know where I am when I’m with him.