The Sling Bar: sex in a ‘glamour harness’

A Gamma harness used as a bar sling at Naughty Pleasures

The photo: A female rigger’s safety harness. The manufacturer’s literature says: “The Gamma™ Harness designed to fit the specific safety needs of a woman, the Gamma™ is accessorized with ComfortFit™ shoulder padding, and the cross-fit style eliminates the possibility of improper adjustments. The Gamma™ combines comfort and performance for a harness that works as hard as you do. Improper positioning of the "D" ring or wearing a traditional parachute-style harness can have devastating effects for a woman's body in the event of a fall. With a back-only D-ring, the Gamma™ helps ensure that she is properly clipped in. The cross-fit style harness is not only more comfortable to wear it can help minimize damage to the reproductive organs from falls.”

Not that a woman in a bar sling at Naughty’s is likely to fall very far, physically I mean. Morally is an entirely different matter. If she’s new to the experience she might fall a considerable distance and with the right man enjoy the encounter immensely while buckled into a bar sling at Naughty’s.

Women and the Sling Bar at Naughty’s: In order to attract men young, unaccompanied, attractive women get priority at the velvet rope and discounted drinks. And they are used to stock the Meat Market, Naughty’s singles bar. A few of the more adventuresome ask to be fitted with a bar-sling – a premium service and an unmistakable sign that they are available – and be allowed into the intimate Sling Bar where, rather than sit on a bar stool they can easily have sex at the bar while sitting in the harness. We originally tried various parachute harness designs, but decided to use Gamma harnesses because they are designed for women and with grommet buckles are easily adjusted and can’t accidentally be unfastened during an intense physical encounter.

Another of the casino’s female shareowners has a harness fetish and thought of the idea for an intimate place where like minded women could select a mate and have more or less safe casual sex while hanging suspended in a sexy harness. The board thought it was a good idea since no one else in town is offering that kink so we are trying it in a small way to see if it is profitable. There is harness rental, cover charges for men, the sale of alcohol and bar food so it’s not as though it will ever be a huge profit center, but you never know. We thought about calling it the Harness Bar but that sounded too much like a tack shop so we decided to call it the Sling Bar.

A woman asking for a bar sling must have a recent negative full STI panel on file before she is fitted. Properly screened she is shown to a fitting room and buckled into a Gamma harness her size and shown how to sit in it for the greatest comfort while penetrated. They are also told that the harness has an RFID chip in it. A woman can go anywhere in the club while wearing it but if she has forgotten and left her purse, cell phone etc in her car she will have to take it off or send a valet (a service we offer free to bar sling wearers) for it. For use in the Sling Bar a Gamma Harness is modified to line the inside of the straps, the side that is against the wearer’s body, with tough but soft nylon satin fabric for comfort. Of course the harnesses are fully sanitized after each wearing.

She is also given a disposable mesh bag for her shoes while she is hanging in her sling. Condoms of various sizes are in bowls on the bar so couples can protect themselves from each other’s fluids, or not. The women’s need to be very sexually adventuresome and STI screened limits the number of applicant, but increases their quality significantly, especially their beauty. Why the more adventuresome are more classically beautiful is a mystery.

Mr. Right Now: I have my own Gamma harness that Jack, Viscount Sandbach, calls my ‘glamour harness.’ I keep it in a small gym bag with a selection of appropriate Sling Bar clothing. I buckle myself into it when I’m lonely and want a new man. Not Mr. Right, just Mr. Right Now! Too, I’ve found Jack is into girls in harnesses (not that a Glamour harness is all that restrictive) so he really likes to take me to and in the Sling Bar! I love the way men’s minds work and having Jack stand in the midst of the pool of males for sling-girls to choose from keeps him on edge and aroused. He’s never quite certain I will choose him and that gives me a chance to playfully mind-fuck him by pretending to initially choose someone else! I’ve found doing that makes him far more ardent after he suspends me securely in the bar! Of course the Meat Market also has a substantial selection area charge for men and like the women the guys need a current negative full STI panel on file before they are allowed in the catwalk viewing and selection area.

Running the gauntlet: Leaving the fitting boutique wearing her harness a woman has three options: 1) going back into the main lobby, 2) going into the Meat Market selection area to choose a partner or 3) going directly into the very intimate Sling Bar located behind the Meat Market. Unaccompanied harness wearer’s almost always chose to go down the catwalk through the Meat Market to check the selection of men on offer. Knowledgeable cocksmen knowing this nurse a drink and watch the door from the sling boutique. No more intently watched twenty feet of catwalk exists in Vegas than that strip through the Meat Market between the sling boutique and the Sling Bar. Repeat Gamma harness wearers call being on display while walking those twenty feet to make their selections ‘running the gauntlet’ as men smile, preen and flex their muscles as a harness wearer struts past the candidates vying for her favors. The cloud of testosterone laden musk hangs so heavily over the catwalk that some girls who frequently walk that red carpet swear it causes them to need to wax more often. Others find the overwhelming scent of male lust frightening while still others are highly aroused by being wanton and on display. I love being the object of lust on the part of multiple males so I find the experience liberating.

An adrenaline high: When I walk down the catwalk to choose a man who looks virile, interesting and perhaps a little dangerous it’s a comfort to know the only condition I need to worry about is pregnancy. My adrenaline is flowing and there is no better feeling in the world! The scent of male musk, all those sex hungry men undressing me with their eyes, salivating and fantasizing about harness-fucking my brains out and hoping I’ll chose them. It’s a huge turn-on and a very different feeling than performing because when I’m performing the lights are on me and I usually can’t see my audience though I can feel the Chi rising from them. Walking down the catwalk between the sling boutique and the Sling Bar being assessed by a group of virile men having about ten feet of erect penis between them is far more personal and I have to admit the thought causes me to get wet and swing my hips a bit more than usual. Since in the Sling Bar I won’t be on my toes I usually wear stiletto sandals that are easy to get out of rather than pointes, but I do have a pair of GMs in my gym bag in case I need them. .

Sling-girl clothes: Clothes that can be worn comfortably with bar slings are bikinis, tunics, thongs, front closure sports bras and bare legs so it is fairly easy to identify women as they enter the club who will be stopping by the sling boutique to be fitted for a glamour harness. Shoes for a sling-girl can depend on where she is in her cycle, if she is commando and if she plans on condoms being used. A sling-girl shouldn’t wear fabric covered shoes unless she doesn’t mind them being ruined. There are purse hooks at each location where a sling girl can hang her mesh shoe bag to prevent splattering her shoes with coitial discharge. However, after putting her shoes back on she still may have to walk through lover’s fluids to leave the bar so platform soles are a good idea. Typically a sling-girl will wear a thong so after she Kegels out any discharge the remainder can drain into the liner in her thong. Many returning sling-girls go topless and rouge their nipples because in the harness the cross straps display the wearer’s breasts beautifully and a partner has immediate access to her nipples for sucking.

What a sling-girl shouldn’t wear is latex because the latex caught between the weight of her body and the harness will almost certainly tear. However, if she is wearing heavy rubber that has a relief zipper and can stand the shear forces that can work well for some women who can stand the heat generated by sex in heavy rubber. We have had to revive sling-girls wearing heavy rubber who fainted from poor hydration during a penetrative encounter.

Height adjustment and Cable capes: There are fifteen positions for slings in the Sling Bar and reservations are required. To prevent thrust-drop if the man is taller than the woman bar slings are clipped on to individual cables attached to small winches mounted on heavy steel bracing above the ceiling. A small cordless control box for each position is used to vary the height of the sling wearer above the floor. With that flexibility even the smallest woman can adjust her height so her partner can thrust directly into her vagina w/o having to worry about thrusts so off center that she is being lifted on his shaft on each thrust then dropped back into the harness as he withdraws. Of course thrust-drop (in a bar sling its called sling-drop) is an option if she enjoys that sort of encounter, but even with satin lined straps too much of it can cause sling burns on the inner thighs and buttocks.

A cable cape is attached to the cable at each position. A cable cape is a section of lightly padded brightly colored canvas about two feet wide and three feet high that is held taunt on a soft frame to block the bartender’s view of the couple when the harness wearer has her back to the bar. It also provides support for the woman’s back so she can lean back comfortably. It’s called a cable cape because when the woman’s harness is connected to the winch cable it looks as though she is wearing a cape that is blowing behind her in the wind. The colors of the cable capes are also used to identify the positions at the bar for the customers.

Exploring tidal caves

Diver zipping herself into a heavy rubber drysuit

Dive Chicks: I’m rethinking why Himself, who is known for his bad temper and dislike of most people, was so accommodating in letting Anya and me visit Crag Abbey. Aside from the sex the old bull was getting with us being ‘new tail’ for him and the fact that with our escorts and Cyndi’s he has three men with military backgrounds and who are expert shots to go hunting with as well as his son, John, who at 37 is taking an advanced degree at Oxford after time in the Royal Marines. As I mentioned before I’m having a wonderful time, but in hindsight it seems to be working out almost too well, though in the U.S. Cyndi is my Ward and we were recommended to him by the Duchess, who returning readers will remember now lives permanently on Virgin Gorda.

What got me to thinking about the possibility of there being more than just gratitude for taking care of Cyndi was him asking us, or at least me, to bring my diving gear along. I didn’t give it much thought at the time, but the Abbey is on a cloud shrouded 2,600 ft crag on the range over looking the Atlantic coast so the opportunities to go diving at the Abbey – other than in the heated pool - seemed nonexistent, until a few days ago when at breakfast Himself wanted to know what dive gear I brought. The Duke said his divemaster recommended twin aluminum 80 cu/ft tanks for diving in the tidal pools and caves on the western coast where he has oceanfront property as part of the Abbey’s dependencies. Before he had never mentioned where and what the diving was to be.

I first told everyone at the breakfast table my new modified Orca Alpha 2011 wetsuit because I love wearing it and it makes my body look even sleeker than it is which, even though the body sheath is mainly 5mm neoprene, is a delight to wear. The Orca Alpha is designed for triathlon competition so it is extremely flexible and very buoyant which I find convenient because I dive a lot with twin steel 130 cu/ft tanks which are very negatively buoyant even when empty so the suit buoyancy lets me get by with minimum inflation in my BCD and increases it’s overall lift capability with my gear config. The wetsuit Anya is diving is a 5mm O’Neill. Both our suits have the optional hoods. The only problem with wearing a standard Orca is that there is no relief zipper not that I mind peeing in it, but w/o a relief zipper I can’t have sexual penetration by a man underwater so I had the crotch modified to add a relief zipper.

Cave diving in drysuits: Of course when diving the North Atlantic, even in the summer, you need more than a wetsuit if you plan to be in the water for more than a few minutes. So I was glad I’d had the foresight to also bring one of my black Avon heavy rubber drysuits along with thermal undies to wear under it because the ocean water off the Isle of Skye is very cold. I’m using an OTS Guardian FFM that has the reg on the side and an ambient breathing valve which is great for air conservation while in the water prior to diving or awaiting retrieval. I think a FFM is much safer in case of being tossed around by heavy surf or losing consciousness so I don’t expel my reg.

John is an excellent swimmer and wears a GNT drysuit. He used to dive and play in the tidal caves during the summers in his teens so he offered to take me and Anya to see the extent of them. Anya begged off, I think she wants to get Penelope alone as I’ve seen them looking longingly at each other. Returning readers know Anya is Bi and from the way I’ve seen Penelope looking at her there is certainly a strong attraction between them. So it was just John and I who went diving the tidal caves. The tides around the Isle of Skye have a range of from 9 to 15 or more feet between low and high tides so the caves are very dangerous. John says the caves have been and still are used by smugglers and swimmers even with SCUBA can be easily trapped and drowned by a rising tide. Most of the bodies that have been recovered have been wearing European dive gear and were strangers to the area.

We took a Land Rover down to a cottage – a four hour drive - near a tiny beach on one of the Duchy’s oceanfront properties and there spent the night. The next morning the caretaker had a small Zodiac on the beach for us at low tide. Before we donned our drysuits John milked me so that I was good for 5 or 6 hours w/o needing to have my breasts emptied again. After stepping into our drysuits, before we sealed ourselves into them we put on special strap-on boots over our drysuit booties. The strap-ons have soles that scrape the slime off rocks and have suction cups designed to hold the wearer’s feet securely to the smooth rocks. John said the boots were a huge improvement over the corrugated soles of drysuit booties, but even so there was no guarantee that the wearer wouldn’t slip so care was needed in placing my feet on tide-smoothed and slippery rocks in the caves. We wore no BCDs relying on managing the air in our drysuits to control our buoyancy. That was risky given that we could be thrown against the rocks by tidal surges, but John said the surfaces were smooth so being thrown against a rock wall was more likely to break bones than puncture our suits and I was up for the added risk.

The caves we were to explore were just down the coast so it took us about 20 minutes to get there after we got through the surf getting off the rocky beach. John is an expert with the Zodiac and timed our entrance through the mouth of the cave perfectly so we were swept in by a wave and the light from the entrance penetrated about 100 feet into the cave before we had to turn on the LED lanterns that we brought along. We still had small long-life waterproof LED torches in our utility belts. John tied off the Zodiac to an outcropping and we fastened ourselves into our tank harnesses and fitted our FFMs over our hoods and checked the seals. I turned on the boats location beacon and we checked our receivers to make sure we could pick it up to use as an aid to getting back to the boat. Then we eased over the side and into the icy water.

An unwelcome discovery: John wanted to show me the submerged part of the cave where as a teen he had set up a ‘secret room’ of the sort he said male teens like to do so we took the LED lanterns and swam under a rock wall that barely showed an opening at low tide and about 30 feet further along a ten foot wide tunnel and when the walls of the tunnel disappeared entered a pitch black room where we headed for the surface. I opened my ambient breathing valve (ABV) and gagged at the scent. I quickly closed the valve and purged my mask trying to get as much of the cloyingly sweet scent of decaying flesh out of it as possible. John had smelled it too so still breathing off our tanks I followed him up a series of stone ledges, rather like steps, to a part of the cave that was above high water even during spring tides and there we found a dead diver.

She didn’t seem to have been dead long although the chilled conditions in the cave must have slowed decomposition. She hadn’t been eaten by crustaceans so you could still tell from her face that the body was female. She was in what seemed to me to be an old Russian drysuit of heavy green rubber and one leg was bent at an unnatural angle so she had be injured somehow. She had taken her FFM off and her 120 cu ft tank was empty so she must have tried to breathe the air in the chamber and suffocated. She had a waterproof case with her which I was going to look at, but John stopped me not knowing what it contained. It was at that point that we ended our visit to the tidal caves. The trip back out to the Zodiac was uneventful and since it was at slack tide we had no trouble getting out of the cave and into the ocean and returned to the cottage. As soon as we got out of our dive gear John rang up a friend of his at Thames House and told him what we found and was asked to post a lookout on the cliff above the cave to see if any one else tried to enter it before they could get a forensic team on site.

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.

HydroGlove latex drysuits and Blog Stats

Escort candidate in a HydroGlove latex drysuit euphoric on NymphGel

Escort training in HydroGlove drysuits: The new group of escort trainees began last week. Wouldn’t you know everything seems to come at the same time. We are starting out the girls submerged latex encasement training using HydroGlove latex drysuits. HydroGlove is a basic latex suit that is very light and comfortable to wear and it is thin and stretchy enough that it flatters the female figure. It is ideal as a starter suit for use in training pools and sexual encounters. Because it is very thin and can be easily punctured on sharp rocks and metal it shouldn’t be worn in a rough environment.

The HydroGlove is a waist entry suit. The bottom half is pulled on like a pair of very long waisted slacks. Then the long tubular waist is folded down to the wearer’s waist level. The top is slipped on over the head like a rubber hoodie and the tight fitting hood positioned to seal around the face. The upper part has a very long tail rather like wearing an extra large tee as a sleep-shirt and the tail is pulled down and straightened out over the folded down waist of the bottom of the suit. Then the Long waist and the tail of the upper part are rolled together in an inch wide fold up to the wearer’s waist. It folds 4 or 5 times making a water tight seal of the upper and lower halves of the suit around the wearer’s waist.

A flooded HydroGlove: A really nice thing about a HydroGlove is that if it floods while the wearer is using it for buoyancy compensation she isn’t trapped on the bottom of the body of water she is diving. It is relatively easy to get out of a flooded HydroGlove and swim to the surface. That’s a feature more women latex fetish divers are appreciating since it has become distressingly common for men to take out their frustrations on a partner by slashing and flooding her drysuit. They think she will be left helpless to suffocate or drown on the bottom, but if she is wearing a HydroGlove she can survive the attack, unless she has been shackled to the bottom which rarely happens. Then of course she is well and truly fucked in every sense of the word!

There are no fill and dump valves or hose connections to a HydroGlove so it has a clean slimming appearance. The hood seals around the wearer’s face. On the surface it can be inflated by pulling the chin of the hood over the wearer’s mouth and blowing into the suit. Or for compressed gas inflation when submerged the hood can be worn over the skirt of the mask and then by exhaling into the mask air will be forced out the top of the mask and under the hood of the HydroGlove. Or, the mouthpiece of the second stage reg. can be slipped under a wrist seal and the purge button depressed to fill the suit. For deflation a wrist seal is opened a bit to release the desired amount of air.

HydroGlove penetrative encounters: Clients are increasingly asking for dive-sex encounters with a woman wearing a drysuit. A heavy rubber shoulder entry dry suit like an Avon or GNT isn’t suitable for penetrative dive-sex as the zipper is under her tank and she has to take off her breathing equipment to get out of the neck seal. Though a client into technical diving might want exactly that! More typically a man just wants the thrill of seeing his partner’s protective drysuit flood leaving her vulnerable to the ambient water temp, even though the water is a comfy 85 degrees. I think it’s important to keep in mind that the brain is a person’s most powerful sexual organ! Men who have talked to me about their reasons say they enjoy the thoughts of endangering their partner during sex. I would say that is misogynistic except that there are a lot of women in my circle who enjoy the thrill of having their protection compromised every bit as much as the guys enjoy doing it. Estrogen and testosterone getting the two sexes to the same kinky place! Go figure!

HydroGlove is ideal for submerged penetrative sex as all that needs to be done is unroll the waist seal. Of course once flooded it is difficult to purge the water from the suit. It can be done not quite completely (but more than enough to use it for buoyancy control) with a HydroGlove by resealing the waist and introducing gas into the suit by inserting the mouthpiece of the reg under a wrist seal with the wearer’s feet higher than her head so the air flows to the feet of the suit while the water is pushed out through the same open wrist seal as the suit fills. The problem with that is that it is a tricky process and the wearer needs to be tethered to the bottom to prevent an uncontrolled ascent to the surface. So in practice after foreplay while the escort is still in her in inflated HydroGlove she lets her partner unroll her waist seal and flood her suit and she lets him penetrate her after checking that her gas guard is in place and she has enough DiveGel inserted. She wears a short tank so she can be taken conveniently from behind and she lets him finish inside her planting hundreds of millions of sperm deep inside her up against the stretchy rubber dome of her gas guard. After he withdraws she removes the upper half of her HydroGlove, drops her weight belt and they head for the surface together.

Submissives in HydroGloves: We are holding a class for a few of the Local rubber Doms favorite Submissives to train them to use the HydroGlove as an encasement suit as well as to use the suit for dive sex. The girls are enthusiastic about wearing HydroGloves because of their lightness, the flattering fit and ease of movement when fully encased. For fave Subs they have a lot of spirit, but perhaps that’s because they are in one another’s company and all have repressive disciplinary regimens they live under. And while in training they are out from under the discipline of their Doms. All the costs for equipment as well as room board and tuition, covering instruction expenses as well as cost of the training facility, are paid for by the Dom sending his Sub for training.

Costs: The cost of a HydroGlove dive sex encounter with a commercial escort is very expensive because of the additional training. It also includes the cost of a hooded HydroGlove ($170 USD retail) from http://www.hydroglove.com/ or a distributor. That’s because clients are so anxious to flood their escorts suit that they often tear it and while a torn suit can usually be repaired you don’t want to wear a repaired suit for an encounter that has cost the client thousands of dollars. However, we do use the repaired suits for training and our own in-house BDSM encounters.

Blogger Stats and Latex Lit: I’ve been looking at my blog stats from the new Blogger Stats feature that was just activated and guess what the eight most popular entries on my blog are. In order of popularity they are:

Open water bondage Apr 3, 2010 707 page views
Snuff videos and heavy rubber Nov 30, 2009 501 page views
Gasmask-sex underwater April 14, 2010 364 page views
BDSM Fellatio collars July 17, 2010 308 page views
Gas masks, rebreather bags and heavy rubber September 7, 2009 225 page views
Heavy rubber and rebreather bags August 5, 2009 191 page views
Ballet-boot maintenance and etiquette September 6, 2009 181 page views
The Sybian machine July 20 2010 145 page views

So Eric, while I’m not a Geek Goddess I have, without even trying, seem to have become an ‘author of explicit rubber narratives’, better known as Latex Lit. Or perhaps it’s just that a lot of my readers think I am. Not that I mind. I think someone should be writing about what goes on in the local BDSM community and behind all the glitter and glamour of Vegas. I think the greed, envy, and psychopathic violence in the fetish community is fascinating and being a part of it keeps my adrenaline pumping and my skills well honed. Given that I’m a ‘Rubber Slut’ (the highest position a woman can hold in the local latex fetish community) and having insight into what is happening out here I suppose, for now, that someone is me.

Thanks and call for requests: I want to thank all the members of the U.S, and European fetish communities who are reading my blog. [Though I don’t think they read my general posts like this one.] There are aspects of the D/S BDSM community here that I haven’t written about because they don’t interest me. However, if a reader has a particular fetish that s/he hasn’t seen mentioned please let me know (by leaving a comment) and if it’s happening here I’ll post about it. Ok?

BDSM Fellatio collars

Rubber-girl in a heavy rubber fellatio collar

The cervical collar as BDSM equipment: For fetish escorts a cervical collar can be an important piece of bondage or training apparatus for extreme fellatio where the chick is being deep-throated. Especially for girls just learning the breath control necessary to survive deep-throating w/o freaking out. Fellatio collars are also preferred by Doms who are control-freaks who want to ensure their partner (of either sex) is restrained as much as possible. Heavy rubber is preferred as body fluids, saliva, vomit, semen and sometimes urine, wash off easily. The collar helps hold the wearer’s chin elevated and throat open so her partner can insert his shaft easily straight down her throat even when the woman is gagging. The only concession to her partner’s safety is the thin fellatio guard (think ring-gag) that is usually inserted to prevent the woman’s jaws clamping down on his shaft during an involuntary reflex if she freaks out. The collar the pic-chick is wearing is pneumatic and can be adjusted to fit any woman.

Contaminated filter canisters: Recently I’m being called to clean up after women who are dying from using contaminated gasmask filter canisters. Several have had chemical powder coated filter membranes inserted in place of the chemical scrubbers so that the moisture from a gasmask-chicks breath creates nausea gas and she throws up in her mask. The security videos of that happening can be fun to watch since so few women know how to use the quick-release feature on their spider head harness and a few end up with aspiration pneumonia or drown in their own vomit. Watching that sort of video is a teaching moment for anyone with a gasmask fetish.

This morning I watched a security video that showed a beautiful young newly pregnant wife removing the seals from a new filter canister that she bought in a feminine BDSM boutique. It was sold as being lavender scented and had a toxic blood thinning powder in the filter. She wore it on her gasmask while masturbating with a large battery powered vibi while her husband was traveling on business and gasping for breath during orgasm sucked the blood thinner into her lungs. She went into shock, had massive cramps, miscarried, expelled the fetus and placenta and bled to death right in the middle of their bed.

It turned out that she had a birth control failure and was unexpectedly pregnant. Her husband wanted her to terminate the pregnancy and she wanted to keep his baby. There is no proof, so far, that he was responsible for putting the contaminated filter in with her masturbation supplies, but her mother has hired a private investigator to see what she can find. That sort of video is wildly popular because it appeals to multiple audiences; abortion fetishists, gasmask masturbation fetishists, snuff video collectors and general porn viewers who like to see pretty girls get into trouble while masturbating. The video will go on sale in Europe next month.

Lesbian lovers quarrel: There have also been two Bi fetish escorts (from a rival casino) who may, or may not, have gotten on the bad side of someone and had cyanide coated filter membranes inserted in place of the chemical scrubbers so that the moisture from the gasmask-chicks breath created potassium cyanide gas and they offed themselves while masturbating astride a pair of Sybian stallion machines. They were dressed in recreational rubber encasement suits with gloves, hoods, good quality leather ballet boots and Mestel SGE 400 BB gasmasks, which are pretty much the standard mask among escorts out here. The light recreational rubber, rather than the heavy rubber preferred by Dom fetishists, tells me that they were dressing for themselves rather than being encased for men and the suits were fastened tight with the exception of their crotch zippers which were open since they were astride and penetrated by their Sybian machines. After the first whiff of a bitter almonds scent it became a HASMAT scene and it was a bit tricky getting the bodies out since Beth and I had to wear HASMAT rubber, air tanks and positive pressure FFMs to prevent the possibility of breathing cyanide fumes.

I became involved in the aftermath of their deaths because the casino that employed them – they were found in one of the Casino’s Spa relaxation rooms - wanted no publicity and Gepetto had created the Sybian stallions the women were riding when they were snuffed. The two YTHP chicks weren’t known to be a couple by the lesbian community, which closely tracks those things, and they were well liked in the trade. Both were very feminine and were sexually active with male partners. However, I think that their deaths were probably a murder suicide when their covert love affair went bad. That’s because there was no sign of a struggle and the younger one (she was 19 y/o) died a good while before the other, based on forensic evidence. So it’s hard for me to believe that, if it hadn’t been intentional, when the younger one got into trouble the older one wouldn’t have tried to help her. There was no indication that either tried to remove her mask once she was gassed.

An uncontrolled descent

Avon drysuit showing the inflator connector

An uncontrolled decent: This is a continuation of my entry for Monday January 18, 2010 entitled ‘A facility for disciplining women divers’ in which I wrote about my visit to Adolph’s new diver punishment facility. Returning readers will remember that he asked if I would like watch a discipline session. I was interested in seeing what one of his training sessions was like and also in seeing how well one of my Avon drysuits fit the 22 y/o he was about to take through the first discipline session held in the new facility. It was a christening of sorts since it was the model’s first time working for Adolph so I was grateful for his offer and jumped at the chance.

The girl was using a DESCO free flow FFM so we could see her face as she descended. That DESCO is not recommended for use below 30 feet, but Adolph said there was 225 feet of hose attached so in theory she could descend to the bottom, it’s just that her mask wouldn’t work properly at that depth. He introduced me to the girl, who he referred to as his ‘student’, as he helped her into the red rubber Avon. There was a second hose to her umbilical which attached to the inflator valve that fastened to the inflator port on the front of her suit. The second hose was necessary since the DESCO FFM has no low pressure connection to feed the drysuit inflator. Something I noticed right away was that the suit fit her too well, rather it was too small for her and restricted her movements, but I said nothing because Adolph had chosen the girl to fit the suit the way he wanted her to. Once she was sealed in her suit she tested the inflator and wrist dump buttons to make sure she could control the air in her suit and was satisfied that everything was working correctly.

The dive plan: The diver is a third year student at UNLV and has been a dive model for four years to earn extra money. That was the first time she had worked for Adolph and the dive plan was that she would descend to about 33 feet (about 2 atmospheres) while the cameras were videoing and stay at that depth for a few minutes operating the inflator and dump controls to test the squeeze of the suit at 2 atmospheres which would cause her to descend and ascend around the 33 foot level as air filled and emptied from her suit and then ascend. The whole thing was to take about 25 minutes submerged. She was familiar with using the inflation on a drysuit for buoyancy control so she wore no BCD, though she hadn’t worn a suit that heavy before. The Avon rubber suit is much heavier than the modern trilaminate designs. The Avon I wear weighs about 20 pounds so that’s about what the one she wore weighed.

Adolph and I went into the well first, wearing the same gear and breathing Trimix 10/70 as we had earlier in the day, and stayed on the surface while the student entered the water released air from the wrist dump valve on her left wrist and began her slow descent holding her air hoses in her right hand to make sure they were unreeling as they should. We followed her down all three equalizing the pressure in our ears and sinuses as we went. At about 15 feet we could see she had begun to pick up speed as the water pressure compressed the air in her suit so she hit her inflator to slow her descent. Nothing happened and she kept dropping faster as she struggled to get the inflator to work. At that point we were past 30 feet and her suit was starting to squeeze her as the air inside was compressed by the water pressure which began constricting her breathing and she began to squirm. I moved to help her but Adolph held me back as the cameras were recording her predicament and distress. We followed her down as she tried to open the flow valve on her mask to get more air but it was already fully open and with the suit squeezing her ribs and low pressure in her mask she began gasping for breath. At 55 feet Adolph operated a hand control that stopped the air hoses from playing out further and she began to tilt as the hoses tightened taking her weight, which couldn’t have been more than 25 pounds net – basically the weight of her drysuit - on the inflator connector and her mask causing her to tilt her head to try and prevent her mask being pulled off. She got the hoses looped around her arm and that stopped her descent at 65 feet and she hung there with 44 psi of pressure squeezing the tight rubber suit around her ribs and breathing insufficient air from the mask whose depth she had exceeded by 100%.

A breath taking experience: We watched as she gasped for air and her breaths and exhalations became shallower and further apart as she began to tire from the effort. The pressure was no longer increasing the squeeze of the constricting rubber suit, but the low pressure in her mask not only couldn’t force enough air into her lungs but couldn’t keep the water pressure from pushing her face deeper into the mask until her nose was flattened against the faceplate. She stopped breathing and the hoses slipped off her arm. She was hanging by her inflator hose and her air hose was pulling the mask off her face when Adolph swam over and caught her and we hit the fill buttons on our BCDs and started for the surface. By the time we got to 30 feet the squeeze of her suit had lessened its grip. There was enough air getting to her mask and she was breathing again and the water pressure was no longer pressing her face into the mask crushing her nose. When we got to the surface the student had her nerves mostly under control and after several shots of vodka Adolph helped her out of the heavy red rubber while cams videoed the bruises that covered her body from the squeeze of the suit. A doctor and EMT crew was standing by and took her to a small medical facility in a suite next to the training facility. It turned out the water pressure had cracked three of her ribs so she won’t be diving until her bruises and ribs heal. Amazingly she is said she wants to work for Adolph again. Go figure! She is defiantly a masochist!

A reader’s questions: Eric, a good friend and returning reader asked; “Could you explain … what it is about discipline that makes some people use it as fetish? Also, how does Adolph do his discipline sessions that deep?”

To get a valid answer the question about discipline needs to be asked of a Dom. Even then you would probably get as many different answers as the number of Doms asked. For what it’s worth, I think the use of discipline is a major part of the Dom/Sub subculture where power is demonstrated by ‘training’ used to show a dominant’s control over one of his or her submissives. In that regard, any infraction, however slight, of the agreed upon rules for the D/S relationship is met with ‘training’ or ‘discipline.’ Often the Dom is a sadist and the Sub is a masochist so they feed on one another, both enjoying their individual roles in the encounter. A rubber fetish is an excellent medium in which to institute discipline since even under the best conditions many women dislike wearing rubber encasement suits because they are difficult to get into, can be claustrophobic, are uncomfortably tight are hot etc. In addition, there are an amazing number of ways to misuse rubber encasement suits to hurt the wearer while she is encased in a gleaming slippery rubber second skin that can be used to hide or display the curves on even the softest parts of women’s bodies.

I don’t think Adolph has thought about all the possibilities a 200 foot discipline facility gives him. A lot of the things that come to mind that the facility is capable of are extremely dangerous some fatal and Adolph isn’t the sort who cares, especially if the trainee demonstrates extreme pain or horror on the way to the conclusion of the discipline session. Young women to him are a commodity. “I’ll have a half-dozen blond 17 y/o virgins please.” I know, I know, a half-dozen 17 y/o blond virgins may take a while to assemble, but that’s how he looks at submissive females. Sigh!

A facility for disciplining women divers

Prestressed section of 36 foot diameter pipe

Drysuit discipline: Returning readers may remember Adolph (not his real name) from my October 27, 2009 entry ‘An Obsessive Compulsive collector’ In addition to a macabre interest in dead pretty young women he has developed an interest in disciplining beautiful women by using heavy rubber drysuits. I found out about this aspect of his fetish obsession when he contacted me about purchasing a small size Avon drysuit to use as a disciplinary device. He has been using modern drysuits which were easily obtainable but have none of the fetish value a heavy rubber Avon suit has. Adolph had heard through the rubber fetish grapevine that I had access to a supply of the Avon suits and asked if I was willing to sell one. We worked out an arrangement where for two Avon suits, one black and one red and 1/3 of the profit, I get exclusive distribution rights (through Taryn’s adult media empire) for uncut copies of the videos he makes of the dive discipline sessions showing the physical condition of the women before, during and after their sessions in the suits. This sort of dive discipline video (of a fetish master disciplining an unsuspecting woman) is in great demand because unlike almost all other discipline videos on the market, Adolph’s videos don’t use Porn industry actresses faking terror, Adolph’s videos are of sexually innocent women and record real terror, pain and injuries.

An Avon find: I came into possession of the Avon suits through Jacques whose British real estate company had found five dozen new Avon drysuits in a concealed room in the basement of an abandoned warehouse in a south London suburb. Knowing my interest in wearing heavy rubber he asked if I would like to have them and I immediately said yes! They are in the smaller sizes, ideal for women and still in the manufacturer’s preservative packing. There was some very old shipping information on one of the crates that showed some of the suits were to be sent to a location in the mountains of southern Germany, but the order seemed to have been cancelled. Over top of that labeling was another, showing an address in a small town in the French Alps, but those crates were never shipped either. Both locations are near deep alpine lakes. We suppose because of the size of the suits there was no market for them, at least not then, and the wholesaler whose property they were went out of business. Apparently during sale of the wholesaler’s stock the location in the basement where the suits were stored was overlooked and there they stayed until the land the warehouse is on was purchased by Jacques’ Company for redevelopment, so the drysuits were his company’s property. Now, since Avon rubber drysuits have become the gold standard of the European rubber disciplinary fetish community, especially for encasing women, an Avon drysuit even in poor condition is worth its weight in gold so new ones are priceless! At first I thought the original purchaser might have been Deiter, but the dates on the paperwork show it was years before Deiter turned the family castle into a chamber of horrors.

The discipline well: Adolph proudly showed me his new one hundred and ninety eight foot deep concrete silo that he calls his ‘discipline facility’. At the bottom of which the water pressure is seven times what it is on the surface. A bit about water pressure because this is important to divers safety: On the surface we are under 1 atmosphere (ATA) which is 14.7 psi. At 33 feet of seawater we have the original 1 from the atmosphere plus 1 from the seawater, exerting 2 ATA (29.36 psi) on our bodies. At 66 feet we're at 3 ATA (44.02 psi). At 99 feet we are at 4 ATA ((58.68 psi), and 132 feet there is 5 ATA (73.35 psi) of pressure, at 165 feet there is 6 ATA (88.01 psi) and at 198 feet there is 7 ATA (102.68 psi). Since freshwater is slightly less dense than seawater, the depths and pressures are slightly less.

Adolph’s silo is buried in the ground under a small addition to his home. It is made up of a stack six 36 foot diameter by 36 foot long sections of prestressed concrete aquifer pipe stacked vertically one on top of the other and then encased in a three foot thick jacket of rebar and concrete. With the foot long flanges the stack forms a vertical tube exactly two hundred and ten feet deep to hold the water. The last ten feet is used for access. The vertical tube sits on a massive reinforced concrete base anchored in bedrock that houses drains and circulator pumps. I’ll have to admit that his well puts the depth of my pool to shame. Actually, at 200 feet his well is extremely dangerous, but he knew that when he designed it. I think my pool (the pit) which is 68 feet deep by 50 feet wide and 70 feet long, is far more practical for multi-use functions – like dive-sex and producing explicit encounter videos. Adolph’s is primarily a disciplinary pressure chamber, but of course it was purpose built for that very thing, to discipline women divers encased in heavy rubber. However the possibility of dive accidents and perhaps even fatalities with untrained women in a 7 ATA environment is very high.

Diving the discipline well: He asked if I would like to dive his new discipline facility and I said I would as long as he accompanied me. I wore a 5 mm neoprene Body Glove wetsuit, hood, gloves, and booties and was going to use my Mistrial twin hose reg but had to use a single hose Abyss of Adolph’s that was rated for Trimix. We breathed Trimix 10/70 that Adolph has for use below 130 feet rather than normal surface air with about 21% oxygen to lessen the chances of oxygen toxicity and nitrogen narcosis from going all the way to the bottom of the well and spending some time looking at equipment on the bottom. The mix is named by its oxygen percentage, helium percentage and optionally the balance percentage, nitrogen. So a mix named "trimix 10/70" consists of 10% oxygen, 70% helium, 20% nitrogen. A 10/70 mix is suitable for a 100-metre (330 ft) dive. The water is heated but even with the circulators on the temperature was in the low 70s so it is far too cool to dive w/o thermal protection. I’d never been down 200 feet in a punishment chamber so even with Adolph with me - because I don’t totally trust him not to include me in one of his punishment sessions if I’m not careful - I thought I could feel myself becoming narced (feeling lightheaded and silly) even though I knew it was my imagination because we were breathing so little nitrogen. He showed me the spreader bars, pelvic exercisers and D-rings on the bottom as well as D-rings at intervals on the walls all the way down where women undergoing ‘training’ (as he calls it) in drysuits will be fastened to reflect on their mistakes, their future and pray that their air doesn’t run out before they are released and allowed to ascend to the surface. He says he loves to watch women when they get nitrogen narcosis. For discipline dives the girls breathe standard 21% oxygen gas to speed the narcotic effect. Typically it becomes noticeable at 100 ft underwater and is incapacitating at 300 ft, causing stupor, blindness, unconsciousness, and even death. Adolph is a misogynist and sadist so when a woman is with him she has to be on her guard. He loves watching narced women try to spit out their regs, kick off their booties and struggle to flood their suits. Once they go euphoric he can’t leave them down very long as they can hurt themselves which he doesn’t want, unless it fits his purpose. He is very proud of the lighting that can be raised and lowered on a ring mounting against the walls so shadow free HD videos can be shot and the intensity can be remotely adjusted to create a mood for the videos at any depth. After we reached the surface again he asked if I would like to watch a disciplining session which he was going to hold that afternoon. Since we had been breathing Trimix my dive computer said my nitrogen loading was low enough to allow me to accept his offer which I did with pleasure.

Asphyxiation, heavy rubber and ‘dry’ dive-sex

An Ocean Reef Neptune Space Predator FFM

Suffocated during ‘dry’ dive-sex: I only know of one other instance where a girl wearing SCUBA equipment and not under water died from suffocation. My Gyn was telling me that an exceptionally smart and bookish 17 y/o was using her Mom’s SCUBA set in the pool area of their home. Her parents had recently returned from a trip deep diving where they had been using Nitrox 2 (36% oxygen) in plainly marked (in yellow and green) tanks and hadn’t had their tanks refilled. According to the victim’s 15 y/o sister, the dead girl had used her mom’s Nitrox tank before to help her last longer during extremely intense orgasms while masturbating with a vibi equipped dildo. Her parents and younger sister were traveling for a few days and her sister said that while her parents were out of town it was common for the victim to spend her afternoons by their pool riding her dildo and breathing Nitrox. She was found by her sister in a lounge chair next to the pool with her Mom’s new $1,200 Ocean Reef Neptune Space Predator FFM sucking on her swollen face an empty Nitrox tank on its side by the chair and a battery powered dildo still inserted. She had been dead at least two days and was bloated, ripe, covered with flies and the sickening sweet stench of rotting flesh permeated the pool area. It’s not clear why, when it became hard to suck gas through the demand valve as the tank approached empty, she didn’t take the mask off. Her parents were shocked to learn she was interested in sex. Though she had dated once or twice they thought she was concentrating on her school work because she didn’t seem interested in boys. Her sister didn’t mention the other half of the population and whether she had ever been joined by a like minded girlfriend.

Erotic asphyxiation and the placebo effect: I think erotic asphyxiation as an aphrodisiac may be overrated. Clinical trials of pharmaceuticals have shown that in the placebo group about a third of the people taking the placebo had the symptoms of their condition reduced proving that if the person thinks something will work then for a substantial percentage of them it will, at least for a while. I’m beginning to believe that is what is happening for many of the fetishists who enjoy breath play. I don’t doubt that totally cutting off your air or breathing into a plastic bag or gasmask/rebreather-bag combination will cause the person to experience dizziness, fatigue, rapid breathing, visual and hearing manifestations that could include sexual arousal, but I believe that it is successful in causing sexual arousal primarily because the people who do it believe that’s what will happen. I’m not talking about using a gas like nitrous oxide which is known to increase the libido. I’m talking about the denial of air or a person rebreathing his or her own carbon dioxide to bring on asphyxia. I don’t deny being sexually aroused when I have my air turned off during a SCUBA dive, but that is because of the danger I’m in and the very real possibility that if I or my partner don’t pay very close attention to what we are doing I could die. I know, I’ve already been told I have a death wish, but I don’t really think it’s a wish to die, It’s more like seeing how close I can come and enjoy the adrenaline rush I get and still be able to get back unharmed.

Girls in heavy rubber – part 2: In my entry for November 29, 2009 returning readers will remember that I was asking for comments about why men like girls in heavy rubber and what men are thinking when they interact with us when we are encased in rubber. I’ve gotten several replies for which I thank those readers. I’m indebted to one reader (you know who you are) who has come closest (so far) to giving me the sort of insight into the male mind that I asked for and can understand. I’m including a portion of our conversation on the subject of female encasement because I find it fascinating and insightful. Here it is:

Me: I would appreciate your thoughts on why it is that men seem to want women in rubber encasement suits? I'm looking for what the men are feeling and why they like us covered in rubber.

A reader: “I feel it’s an exciting thought to have sex with an anonymous woman. I think men don’t want to know who it is and maybe that is their way of getting that feeling and the rubber has a special way of controlling the situation too.”

Me: So you feel that encasing a woman gives her an air of anonymity with him, which allows him to do more with her than if she was recognizable?

A reader: Yes

Me: Why do you feel rubber is controlling their situation?

A reader: “She is sort of restricted in some ways, some movements.”

Me: Do you think a man sees that restriction as safety for him or domination over her or something else?

A reader: “I think your thought works both ways safety for him and domination over the woman.”

Me: So you think a rubber encased women gives her a sense of mystery and anonimity that allows the shedding of inhibitions allowing him more expressive sex?

A reader: “Well more agressive sex and the throwing off of inhibitations.”

Me: I appreciate your openness. I keep being told to be careful. That the guy might shut off my air or cut my air hose and certainly he might. It’s happened to me before! I just want to know WHY?

A reader: “Well to close air hose is so wrong or cut it. I feel that a woman is giving a beautiful gift to a man by being wih him.”

Me: But if he's enjoying himself inside me why would he want to harm me or seem as though he might?

A reader: “Well you’re giving a great gift as i see it. Him harming you is so sadistic. possibly he feels like he can’t share your gift with others and it a act of jealousy some men get very possessive also and if they can’t be the only one they get hostile.”
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Again, my thanks to the reader who provided that insight. I would appreciate hearing from more readers who have thoughts about what attracts men to girls in heavy rubber as I find it fascinating to know why guys like seeing me encased that way. Any thoughts or comments are appreciated.

Snuff videos and heavy rubber

A multi-gas helmet worn with heavy rubber

The last of my Thanksgiving guests: Fiona and Colin are still with me. Everyone else has gone home. Colin was able to penetrate all eight of us, several more than once so I think he enjoyed himself and from what I heard from the girls he is skilled and considerate of his partners needs and we all loved the ardor with which he took us. Fiona is still trying to get a meeting with Senator Reid back in DC.

The weekend was a smorgasbord of men! It was so lovely, everyone came away very relaxed and there was very little competition among the guys. Some of the guys can be quite possessive, but it was known going in that we would be exchanging partners frequently so it worked out extremely well. The protocol for that sort of get-together is that a couple uses the women’s bedroom suite. That way she will have her lingerie and party clothes available as well as her indispensable slit-kit with all her reproductive tract Pharma and devices to hand. For pool encounters there were four couples at a time using the pit and two in the 20 ft deep swimming pool. I was surprised that no one went to the bottom of the pit except me and the men I took with me. The guys all seemed to enjoy it but were satisfied to tether the other girls at 20 feet or so and have dive-sex there. It is such fun, the anticipation of what the experience will be like as a new man pushes his way inside me! And my female guests had eight men to choose from for four days! It was marvelous! Fiona was CD4 and just finishing her period so she used a diaphragm to collect her flow for the first day or so. No one has had honeymoon cystitis so the pubic waxing – for the guys – and the use of SemécidePlus seem to have paid off, so far. After my flooded drysuit encounter with Jacques on Thursday I have the drysuit hanging in the dive equipment room to drain and dry out. That experience with Jacques was such a surprise that I was momentarily terrified. I haven’t had a man thrill me like that in years! I still get chills thinking about the seconds when my suit flooded! Even after several days I still get aroused when I think about how vulnerable I was. That sort of thing makes me want Jacques all the more. Is that a moth-to-the-flame mentality or what? I don’t think he meant me any harm but it was such a fright, and God knows I love being frightened, which, as I’ve written before, is why I do some of the things I do.

Taryn’s snuff videos: Her company has sources in security surveillance so has access to the security videos taken by CCTV in fetish clubs and female escorts apartment buildings two venues where women are often killed while wearing heavy rubber. Women having sex or being killed in heavy rubber seem to be subjects that are of greatest interest to a significant portion of the fetish client base. The problem with surveillance videos is they are often of poor quality, but there are filters and enhancement programs that they can be run through to get near presentation quality images. They are going to advertise that the lack of image quality is made up for by the fact that these are real women being killed in heavy rubber and not something make-believe filmed on a back-lot set in the valley with an actress in a Polymorphe catsuit and a bottle of catsup.

She showed us a DVD with four killings on it and while the images weren’t HD I thought the quality and clarity was excellent! I think they were all in Europe, probably in Germany which, from the statistics I’ve seen, seems to be the center of heavy rubber interest. That DVD really got the guys excited and afterward they wanted to see us all in heavy rubber so most of us obliged. Diané and Fiona decided not to participate even though we could have found them rubber in their size. That turned out to be ok for the rest of us girls since eight men had six women and several guys took us more than once while we were encased in our rubber suits. I was watching for any sign of instability in the guys, but (other than Anya) we weren’t using any breathing equipment that could be tampered with and no one had a knife or garrote or looked like they wished they had one so our ‘encasement party’ went well. There was a lot of fondling our breasts through the rubber and opening the crotch zippers only far enough to get access to penetrate us. Anya wore a multi-gas helmet, similar to the one in the image accompanying this entry. The helmet has been set up to use three gasses: Nitrox 2 with 36% oxygen, a 70%/30% mix of N2O as well as ambient air and her partner controled the mix of gas that she breathed. The Nitrox 2 was used to bring her around quicker after she used the N2O to lessen the effect of some brutal pelvic thrusting by Chris her on again-off again boyfriend. Together they are into really brutal sex so Chris has to be watched when he is with a woman other than Anya or he can forget who he is with and unintentionally injure her.

In my case since I’m lactating each guy wanted a taste of my milk which meant that my neck zipper was pulled down enough to give access to one breast at a time. Since several of the guys weren’t really familiar with how to properly breastfeed I got milk all inside my suit. So as soon as we were finished with the heavy rubber fetish session it was important that I get out of it quickly and have the rubber washed immediately. If milk has spilled or leaked into a rubber suit and it sours – and warm breast milk sours quickly - the smell is awful and there is no getting the stench of rancid milk out of the rubber.

Swim cap asphyxia: A 16 y/o died when her boyfriend tried to muffle her screams during orgasm by putting her silicone rubber swim cap over her face pulling it down tight and buckling the chin strap behind her head. That was the first I’d heard of that happening, but my Gyn said it happens during breath play and from time to time where pools are outside and girls wear swim caps for warmth as well as to keep their hair dry if they are just swimming. And outside in built-up neighborhoods there is a need to keep the erotic screaming down which I’m sure is what motivates most men who accidentally kill a girlfriend that way during sex. Fiona says that swim cap asphyxia is surprisingly common (for that sort of thing) in the UK especially among the middle class who like sex but are so repressed about anyone knowing they are having it. A rubber swim cap is an innocent thing for a woman or even a man to carry with them so no thought is given to its other possible uses.

Punitive encasement suits

An AST student in latex showing zipper, corset and boot detail

Heavy rubber and punishment: In my advances sexual techniques class I have students wear their encasement suits for one of my infamous latex labs. The experience gives them the opportunity to savor the thrill (or panic) of being encased in heavy rubber with no idea of when or if they will be released. It’s the sort of thing that routinely goes on in the D/S subculture where women are regularly encased punitively in latex for their master’s pleasure. Of course only the ones subject to panic attacks think they will be left to die after having sex with someone they never saw and we try to exclude those girls from AST all together as the course is far too intense for an emotionally unstable girl. With shaft locks on their ballet boots and handcuffed they are pushed on to their knees on a bed in the lab and are forcefully penetrated. For their physical safety their male partners are selected for comparable size so there will be no tearing, the student has a gas guard inserted and an applicator of dive-gel is applied so there will be no lube problems during penetration and her partner enters her bareback so he can plant his seed inside her.

Even when the girls know what will happen and that they are in a safe training environment a high percentage of them get panicky when the rubber helmet is pulled over their heads and their sight and hearing are cut off. At that point a few struggle during penetration, but when brought to orgasm they calm down. When it’s all over and her helmet is removed the student is gasping and wraps her sweat soaked hair in a towel as she smiles, giggles and wants to meet the boy who took her to orgasm and whose semen is draining into the crotch of her encasement suit. The one percent who freak out so badly that they need therapy are asked to withdraw from the AST course or they will get a failing grade which will go on their transcript, so there is a real effort on the part of students to suck it up and enjoy encasement lab. Afterward everyone says the sex while encased in latex is awesome!

Taking inventory

A vintage Louis Vuitton Trunk similar to the ones Shelly’s husband used.

Shelly’s husbands belongings: Returning readers will remember that in my October 29, 2009 entry ‘Disappearances at sea’ Shelly’s husband’s lawyer told us that her husband and a woman originally thought to be his wife had disappeared from a luxury cruise ship while at sea in the Caribbean. Her husband’s and his most recent bedmate’s belongings arrived this morning. The cruise line sent them FedEx! I would have thought that their things would have been kept by whoever is responsible for investigating their disappearances until it has been decide what happened. Anyway, their stuff is here, dirty laundry and all.

His fetishwear came packed haphazardly in the two vintage Louis Vuitton trunks it was typically packed in when he traveled, along with modern Vuitton suitcases for his regular clothes. His girlfriend’s things were in a large theatrical wardrobe trunk. No wonder they needed a suite, they needed a separate stateroom for luggage storage!

The inventory: Shelly and I inventoried their things to see if we could determine what they were wearing when they disappeared. One thing is certain; his paramour wasn’t all that fastidious about her personal hygiene. It wasn’t her lingerie that was stained with semen, vaginal secretions and some blood as though she might have been spotting, that could have been sent to the shipboard laundry. There were no open packages of tampons or menstrual pads so it must have been recent or something she thought she could contain by wearing a diaphragm while penetrated. There was a package of vaginal yeast cream, a topical estrogen cream, a partial pack of birth control pills (Yaz) with 2 active pills remaining and a new pack of Yaz that was unopened. The thing that caused me to question her personal hygiene was that her butt plug still had Vaseline and feces on it, of her set of three vagina/anal hooks the two smaller ones were crusted with secretions and the largest one was missing. And the beavertail of her white 3 mm neoprene wetsuit jacket was crusty with bloody coitial discharge. Perhaps she was interrupted and didn’t have a chance to clean her equipment after playing with Rubberstud. The largest of her Pyrex dildos was missing as well. Also missing from its bag was a black heavy rubber Polymorphe encasement suit that would provide no buoyancy in the water along with a pair of weighted pool-pointes – silicone pointe shoes with weighted platforms - that keep the diver on the bottom of a pool for dive-sex when there is nothing to tether an ankle leash to. Also missing is her fellatio guard that is used to keep the airway open during very intense sex. So it appears that she was wearing her Polymorphe encasement suit, had the large Pyrex dildo, a large anal hook and a fellatio guard inserted and had her feet tied into weighted pool pointes.

His fetishwear trunks were missing a black heavy rubber Polymorphe encasement suit, a pair of Gepetto’s Pleasure boots (which you will remember that he was expert in wearing) and a very large stainless steel butt-plug, two pairs of steel hand-cuffs and a fellatio guard. Also missing were two 20-foot sections of ¼ inch stainless steel chain and two padlocks. If they went over the side wearing what seems to be missing from their trunks there was no hope that they would have floated for even a minute or two. With the weight of all that metal they would have sunk immediately and with the fellatio guards holding their mouths open neither had a chance to even hold their breaths.

Transitionwear

A heavy rubber death-chick in her body-bag, is she or isn’t she?

Transitionwear: I collect ‘transitionwear’. For my friends who haven’t seen or heard the term before that’s because I coined it to describe clothing in which a woman died. I collect a subset of transitionwear, specifically what the woman was wearing when she was killed or died while having sex. It has to be in my size because I want to wear it while I’m having sex since I can feel the aura of the dead woman whose clothing I’m wearing especially while I’m penetrated by a man. Most of the transitionwear is of latex or leather. The shoes are usually stripper heels (5 inches or more) ballet-boots or pointe shoes thought I do have one or two pairs of leather slippers and a full range of helmets and gags. And I collect their birth control devices as well pulling diaphragms, FemCaps and IUDs out of vaginas still filled with semen. I don’t collect the restraints in which many of them die as I have no interest in or place for that much chain and rope.

For those who are wondering what the frequency is of women dieing during sex or dieing violently while dressed in fetishwear I’ll have to say that here in Vegas it is fairly common, about once a week from what I’ve been able to determine. Mostly it seems to be women in their late teens and early 20s who were so inexperienced in wearing the equipment in which they died that it was almost as though they committed suicide. You know the sort of things I mean; corsets that were too tight, masks that clogged and couldn’t be unfastened, filters that failed in a hostile environment, gags that were swallowed and so on. Then there are the few who have died from overexertion that triggered a previously unsuspected heart condition or burst an aneurysm and the ones who were strangled or suffocated by intentionally leaving them at the bottom of a pool to run out of air. That seems to be a common way to get rid of a pregnant teen out here. They are more and more frequently found in the swimming pools of houses in foreclosure here and God knows there are enough of them these days. Houses in foreclosure I mean. Occasionally there will be the professional hit on a working girl who wanted to go out on her own or accidentally got preggers and wanted to keep the baby or tried to blackmail a client. In the trade that sort of behavior is really bad for business so it’s quickly and brutally dealt with. The professional girls are usually dressed in their very best rubber or leather and left to die in creative ways in relatively public places as warnings to other women in the trade.

Friends in high places: I have a contact in the Council of Families that control the secondary economy here. There is a schism in the Council; some members think the public hits on working girls are more frequent than is good for business. To help decrease the body count in that category our arrangement is that my contact will let me know where a body is or will be and I get right of first refusal to clean it up. If she is my size and wearing something I want for myself (my contact usually knows how the girl is clothed) then I’ll take the job and harvest the transitionwear I want, and occasionally Taryn will come along to help. It’s tricky doing cleanup for a hit like that because of the locations the bodies are left in. Actually, I’ll almost always do the job if I’m available as it’s not a good idea to refuse a member of the Council too often. Because of my position and wealth I’m protected to some extent, but even with excellent security it is so easy to successfully hit a target, especially a relatively young sexually active female like me. So I’m under no illusion that I’m immortal. What is probably keeping me alive is the information I have on Council members who know if something happens to me everyone on the Council goes down. On the plus side many of the best and most overly ambitious girls in the business are my size rather than the big-breasted showgirl cows that appear in all the Vegas casino and show adverts. So proportionally there are a lot more beautiful and ambitious girls killed wearing unique and unbelievably expensive fetishwear in my size. There is a very, very high failure rate for entrepreneurs in the fetish sex trade here unless you have the proper connections.