Wet dreams – women and dive-sex

Photo by Carl Montoya of a pensive woman diver

The Photo:  So enigmatic! A hauntingly beautiful photo by Carl Montoya capturing the longing – or perhaps it’s concern - on the woman diver’s face as she sinks toward the bottom of the pool. She is obviously on the prowl as her eyes are made-up and she is getting lip-gloss on the mouthpiece of her reg. Clad in a tight rubber thong-bottom suit for easy access and with her head cocked she’s listening to the hiss of gas as with collapsed cheeks she sucks on her demand valve. Soon there will be the roar of bubbles rushing toward the surface as she exhales hardly moving while she waits. What could she be thinking…?

Pensive pondering: I talked with three of my women Halloween house party guests who had experienced the thrill of underwater sex while night diving in SCUBA gear with male guests. They shared the thoughts they had while adjusting to the pressure as they descended toward the bottom and during the process of being tethered by an ankle leash to a large cement block on the bottom in mid pool to prevent being forced into the walls during strenuous activity while mating.  

The jaded escort:  The young blonde in a form fitting rubber suit waiting for her new lover to descend to join her and wondering...  Is he experienced enough with rubber suits to gently pull the thong bottom to one side or should I do it for him? If I did, would I appear too anxious? I’m so glad my pubes are completely nude. The laser removal worked well and prevents having even short hair being pulled when a lover is moving my rubber or tight fitting fabric suit out of his way. Will he stay hard during the encounter until I milk him? Has he taken a performance enhancer to prevent penis wilting? It’s a common problem with first time men or men over forty and one escorts hate. I’m so glad I’m not menstrual so there is no concern that my flow will stain my suit, but if he rubs my cervix raw which has happened, I could have heavy spotting after sex.

Will the reproductive tract protection I’m wearing to prevent the hydraulics of his thrusting from forcing water into my uterus during dive-sex be effective?  Then she, nearly freaks out when she remembers that she forgot to insert her barrier before entering the water! Suddenly her major concern is that her well-endowed lover will be so energetic thrusting into her anterior fornix that without her contraceptive barrier, worn for “flood insurance”, he will dislodge the mucus plug in her cervical os. 

That is a legitimate worry since she faked her negative pregnancy test and is about eight weeks along and she briefly considers cancelling the encounter and heading to the surface, but decides to go ahead with their encounter. Her unintended pregnancy is by the man who escorted her to the party and she’s not yet showing so if she can get through their dive-sex encounter she might be ok for the rest of the party. She knows she shouldn’t be diving at all, but needs the money. Worse however, is the fact that she has fallen in love with the client and wants to carry his baby to term, but the longing to feel her married lover’s erection thrusting inside her is too great to resist so she risks harming the fetus should her mucus plug fail and she have water forced into her uterus.

The ingénue: While at a house party at this ancient rambling pile, the young ballerina accepts an invitation from a gorgeous young hardbody man from an adjoining estate for a night dive-sex encounter in their hostess’s deep indoor pool. While she is a good swimmer she has never used SCUBA gear or a thong-back rubber suit like the one she was given to wear and is very uncertain about her safety both from the standpoint of an equipment failure and also from possible injury to her reproductive tract while mating with her dive partner. She is also uncertain about what is expected of her other than being a warm, tight, deep reservoir for the deposit of her lover’s seed.

He is an amazingly handsome man with a gloriously sexy hairy chest. She becomes aroused as she fantasizes about slowly pushing her erect nipples through his thick soft pelt of brown chest hair once she can get out of the rubber suit. The thought of that makes the muscles of her vagina gently spasm, her flat belly tingle and her labia swell and part with desire. But her lover is known to have a reputation for trouble, which she thinks makes him that much more interesting.

She had several glasses of champagne before she accepted the invitation and as she floats nearly weightless awaiting her partner’s completion of tethering her to the bottom with an ankle leash she reconsidered the rumors she had heard about him. Not that all the rumors are true of course as those sorts of stories seem to compound in the retelling, but still… She’d repeatedly heard that he had impregnated at least three young women who had gone night diving with him. And, supposedly, they all insist it was from their underwater sexual encounters with him that they conceived. Worse was the fact that they all were on a very effective form of contraception – a hormonal IUD - so talking with one another they couldn’t understand how three IUD pregnancies could occur in such a short time with the same man! Hormonal IUDs have a failure rate of less than 1% and none of the women were near the end of their IUDs effective life and all were correctly placed.

If the stories are true having three different women experience IUD failures and becoming preggers by the same man strongly suggests the man was somehow tampering with their hormone levels. While she watched as her lover fastened the Velcro closure of the leash around her ankle, the ingénue had time to think about his earlier partner’s pregnancies and consider if she felt well enough protected be the frameless regular (6 copper bead) GyneFix IUD recently implanted. She was fertile and on CD13 so she should ovulate the next day, but the ions from the dissolving copper should immobilize his sperm before they reached her tubes.

Since she isn’t on hormones she decided there was no way for him to have tampered with the effectiveness of her GyneFix as she had the strings trimmed off so it couldn’t be accidently pulled out if she wore a diaphragm for “flood insurance”. But she had put off having a diaphragm fitting and now regretted passing up the opportunity to be fitted for the custom flat spring latex diaphragm that is the most effective barrier to wear for flood insurance; to prevent the possibility, however slight, of having a partner force water into her uterus and give her PID. She vowed book an appointment with her Gyn to be fitted when she returned to London.  While she was wearing no barrier for “flood insurance” on balance she was very glad that she had a packet of the morning-after pill ellaOne, a 30mg tablet of ulipristal acetate, in her cosmetic kit and planned to take it as back-up contraception as soon as she got back to her bedroom.  

The fiancé hunter: The assertive young blonde in the very tight fitting rubber thong-bottom suit is husband hunting and had come to the house party with the man she had decided would make her a good husband as he has a title and money.  He is the third man she had decided met her requirements. The previous two had escaped her net and married someone else and she was determined that this one would be helplessly in her thrall before the house party was over. Not that she was lowering her expectations an any way by being after him as he was the eldest son of an Earl whose previous fiancée had been killed in a boating accident several years earlier and he was only now returning to the social scene seeking female companionship.  She is known to her circle of male acquaintances as a consummate flirt and one of the best nonprofessional women in southern England at performing fellatio.

Unknown to her friends however is the fact that she had been upgrading her pelvic skills by training for several months to provide Pompoir and the Mare’s trick for her lovers. She decided that underwater where they would float weightless was a marvelous place to test her new skills to entrap the man she wanted as a husband. She needed one to give her social status and keep her in the style to which she had been accustomed (as a banker’s daughter) while she developed a small stable of men to satisfy her sexual needs during her prospective husband’s frequent absences from home away on business.

The videos from the pool that recorded every caress and thrust of their encounter show her partner having his brains fucked out nearly expelling his regulator on several occasions while he held himself stationary buried deep in her hard, flat belly as she milked his penis. Then wrapped her legs around him and gripped his penis so tight in the Mare’s Trick grip that the blood was trapped in his erection during the few minutes of his refractory interval. Once she released her grip he was ready to be stimulated to orgasm again w/o having his erection wilt or withdrawing from her vagina. By the end of the house party she seemed to have been successful as she was leading her intended fiancé around on a psychological penis leash.

The Halloween house party

A gold-twist borosilicate glass dildo

The Photo: A borosilicate glass dildo 7.0 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter that I got from Glass Fantasy. It can be warmed or cooled before insertion and boiled for sterilization. The flanged base fits into a suction cup that will hold it stationary horizontally - to attach it to a studio mirror for ballet-sex training – or vertically if sitting on the floor or a hard chair. It’s a marvelous toy!

Dildo masturbation: All of my women guests were looking forward to experiencing underwater sex either with a partner or using a glass dildo. Each of them told me on Tuesday before they left what a marvelous time they had with their male partners and what a thrill dive-sex had been.  Upon arrival, my women guests all had to take home pregnancy tests before Carla, my Divemaster, would allow them into the pool for underwater sex. Carla helped several of the married women guests have their first underwater orgasm using borosilicate glass dildos and silicone vaginal lube. Masturbatory dive-sex can be an amazingly erotic experience and a wonderful kinky escape for a conservative woman who is concerned about a possible pregnancy from sex with a male partner other than her husband.  

UK changed back to GMT: On Sunday October 30^th, everyone in UK lost an hour as we reverted from British Summer Time (BST) to Greenwich Mean Time or GMT. Switching from Daylight Saving Time to Standard Time in the U.S and Canada will occur on Sunday November 6, 2016.

My Halloween house party: Most of the guests at my Halloween celebration just sleep in - except for the few men who go deer and wild boar hunting - and seem to be having a lovely time, although there have been some unintended consequences for some of the ‘entertainment’ staff. My guests are enjoying delicious meals from my head cook’s, Mrs. Bridge, kitchen; venison steaks, roast boar tenderloin and rack of spring lamb to name a few.

Dive Sex -unintended consequences: One of Tanaquil’s escorts flooded her FFM while orgasming during dive-sex with his grace the Duke of M**** in my shallow pool – they were at the 48-foot, 8 fathom level - and developed aspiration pneumonia from getting water in her lungs. I’ve usually found that flooding a well-fitting FFM is rather hard to do accidently. She is a very experienced dive-sex escort, but stuff happens!  She must have hit it with her hand while screaming during particularly strong vaginal contractions.

Another of Tanaquil’s girls got water forced into her uterus when the FemCap displaced off her cervix and is being treated to prevent pelvic inflammatory disease, PID. Fortunately, so far none of my guests has been injured. A good many men who hadn’t experienced dive-sex have taken the opportunity to try it under controlled and relatively safe conditions with Carla, my Divemaster, monitoring their encounters as a safety precaution.

I’m pleased to say that none of my women guests had any apparent reproductive tract problems while here from Friday to Tuesday. I don’t count the pregnant escort who faked her pregnancy test and arrived as the partner of an invited male guest. [More about that in my next post.] In the future, all house party pregnancy tests will be administered in sight of a nurse or Gyn. It will take three or four weeks to know for certain that there were no unintended pregnancies, but it is very unlikely since I am the only one not on some form of long acting reversible contraceptive (LARC) and I had ovulated several days before I took my lovers without any form of contraceptive protection. So, I’m pleased to say that I still have sperm from at least three men in my tubes as I write this. 

Unprotected sex for Halloween: For Halloween, I ovulated right on time (Friday the 28^th) this cycle. So, I was able to take my partners totally unprotected on Halloween, Monday (the 31^st) and I’m luxuriating with the knowledge that I have several men’s sperm in my tubes waiting for me to release an egg which won’t occur for another three and a half weeks, from their standpoint long after the little swimmers will be dead and flushed out.  I know I’ve mentioned the sperm in my tubes at least twice, but I’m exceptionally pleased that my lovers did their biologic best planting highly motile sperm deep inside me all to no avail.  

Thanksgiving planning: Thanksgiving is celebrated in the U.S. on the fourth Thursday in November which this year falls on the twenty-fourth.  I’m already thinking about my Thanksgiving celebration here at Blackthorn Castle. As I wrote last year the Thanksgiving holiday, complete with roast turkey, seems to have caught on in the UK, perhaps because everyone likes another holiday. So, I will be holding another holiday house part this Thanksgiving.

Sex Thanksgiving week: I should be fertile beginning about the 21^st and ovulate on the day after thanksgiving, the 25^th, so there is no way I will be able to safely take my lover(s) totally unprotected during that time as I did on Halloween. I’ll probably wear a tiny silicone Oves cervical cap screwed down tight on my cervix the entire week as Oves can be worn at any depth during dive-sex. The only drawback with Oves is that you can’t use most silicone lubes – other than the specially formulated DiveGel+ - with it which is needed for dive-sex.

“Plumbing supplies” nipple and vaginal leakage

A thin silicone nipple pad for lactating women

The Photo: A Lily Padz brand is a gas permeable silicone nursing pad worn to stop leaking nipples in breast feeding women.

Breast protection: I’ve found that Lily Padz not only stop my nipples from leaking and staining my blouse, dress or gown when I become aroused while I’m out socially, but also offer protection for my nipples from a man’s roving hands. And for me I can wear a set for six to eight weeks before they need replacing. I have several sets to change to while the others need washing or are drying and I also have a set that I wear while swimming and diving for nipple protection. I love how well Lily Padz adhere to my breasts and they are easy to apply. I just invert the pad and press the center against and flatten my nipple then smooth any wrinkles and press the edges of the pad down to seal it in place. I wear the small size and love how comfortable they are with a marvelously secure fit. For those interested a good article about how to apply and remove Lily Padz can be read at the link HERE

A Lily Padz nipple shield on a breast

Vaginal discharge: Since I am cycling naturally depending where I am in my menstrual cycle I use different types of devices to manage the various types of vaginal discharge; fertile cervical mucus (FCM), menstrual flow, arousal lubricant and liquefied semen. I like to plan ahead when possible so I’m always protected should an opportunity arise to have penetrative sex with an unprotected man.

Returning readers know I prefer using a latex flat spring rim diaphragm or a silicone Oves cervical cap. A properly fitted and correctly inserted latex flat spring diaphragm is almost impossible for even the most skilled swordsman or mischievous lover to under-thrust, they can be safely used with silicone lubes and the heat transfer properties are far better than silicone diaphragms. However, there are drawbacks to using latex cervical barriers. Some people are allergic to latex and latex can be easily destroyed by oils of any kind including vaginal meds so only water base spermicides should be used with them. The life of even a properly cared for latex diaphragm is usually much shorter, typically a year with ‘normal’ use of several times a week, than a silicone one which should last several years. Now of course latex diaphragms are no longer commercially available, but they can be custom made for patients of specialist Gynecologists, which is how up-market Escorts who cater to latex fetishists get theirs.

A tiny transparent silicone Oves cervical cap, unlike FemCap that seals against the vaginal walls, can be screwed down tight on my cervix. It was designed to be a single use device worn continuously for up to three days, but I have worn mine routinely for five days continuously without problems, usually when I’m luteal.  Of course I can’t wear Oves when menstrual as the flow will float it off my cervix. Sadly, Oves has been discontinued for years. Fortunately, when there started to be shortages I stocked up and with care I can wear a single cap for several entire cycles so should I have enough to last me to menopause if I don’t get pregnant and the size of my cervix changes. A nice thing about wearing an Oves is being able to safely have an unprotected and uncut man take me from behind while I’m fertile and en pointe a la seconde (ballet-sex) with all the muscles below my waist clenched. That way when I’m at the peak of my desire he can rub his frenulum against my G-spot to give me extremely intense orgasms.

Another is that I could wear Oves with an older version of the Sports Plug to protect my labia and clitoris from being groped while out clubbing with no need to remain aroused if my partner is a turn-off because the anterior rim of a correctly sized diaphragm could interfere with earlier versions of the locking ridge that fits in the post-pubic vault behind the pubic symphysis if the wearer isn’t aroused. However, when Jeff at Labia Labs debuted version 3 of the Sports Plug it had been redesigned not only to armor the head against an electric plug puller but also the locking ridge was changed to allow it to be comfortably and safely worn with a diaphragm. I find wearing a Sports Plug very arousing and so I usually stay wet with my vagina tented and my cervix elevated.

FCM and menstrual flow can be controlled by cervical barriers but natural arousal lubricant and liquefied semen from an unprotected man can only be partially Kegeled out. So inserting a tampon or allowing the residual coitial discharge after Kegeling to be absorbed by the thick cotton gusset in a quality pair of leggings or tights are the two ways I usually control it. A nice thing about wearing a tampon is that I can give it to my lover as a souvenir after our encounter.

The Autumnal Equinox: The Autumnal equinox in the northern hemisphere will occur on Thursday September 22^nd this year. My wards will come to Blackthorn Castle and we will celebrate it at the Celtic holy site under the Blackthorn tree. Bea, Seren and Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) will be con-celebrants on the subtending altars – unearthed earlier this year - surrounding the primary altar adjacent to the ancient Blackthorn tree where sacrifices were once offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon. 

Returning readers will recall that the name Rhiannon is derived from the Celtic Goddess Rigantona (the Great or Devine Queen). My Celtic mythology expert says I should understand that Rhiannon was the embodiment (in Welsh legend as set down in the Mabinogion and other medieval texts) of the Celtic Goddess Rigantona, which explains why my Goddess, Aphrodite, is as comfortable as she is with me actually channeling Rigantona, which occurs primarily when I’m in Wales.

Tampons, honeymoon cystitis, Summer Solstice prep

A used Kotex tampon applicator on the beach thrown from a yacht

The Photo: A lot of the vacationers aboard yachts aren’t as considerate as they should be about the items that they throw overboard. Fortunately this sort of trash rarely floats in to Lost Cove.

Tampons and coital discharge: When going commando as my wards and I typically do in latex catsuits and while here on Virgin Gorda to minimize the likelihood of a UTI I urinate and Kegel out as much of a lover’s semen as possible shortly after sex and insert a tampon to absorb the remaining semen that liquefies shortly after an encounter with an unprotected man. Then I let my lover suck the secretions off the empty tampon applicator. They love doing that! With the string tucked up there is no indication of an inserted tampon and no slippery discharge dripping down my thighs.  Too, should there be additional opportunities for encounters with ardent males I can pull out the tampon and put it in his mouth for him to suck on as he has his way with me. It’s amazing how many men let me do that and seem to think it’s erotic to taste my vaginal secretions. Most don’t realize they are primarily tasting another man’s semen.

Hostess training and honeymoon cystitis:  In young sexually active women, sexual activity is the cause of 75–90% of bladder infections, with the risk of infection related to the frequency of sex. The term "honeymoon cystitis" has been applied to this phenomenon of frequent UTIs during early marriage. Chemical spermicide use especially if Nonoxynol-9 is the active ingredient, independent of sexual frequency, increases the risk of UTIs. Diaphragm use - if it is too large so that it presses on the urethra - is also associated with UTIs. Condom use without spermicide or use of birth control pills does not increase the risk of uncomplicated urinary tract infection.

The five trainees have backed off their frequency of intercourse. All have copper IUDs. I had cautioned them about too much too soon and only one paid attention. The other four developed ‘Honeymoon Cystitis’, which while unpleasant is easily treated by a short course of antibiotics. Chris, our male Gyn, gave them the meds and they are feeling much better and are now paying attention to my recommendation that they urinate immediately after sex to flush out bacteria from the urethra and drink cranberry juice to keep their urine acidic. 

Ballet-boots and the female orgasm: I mentioned in an earlier entry that the trainees aren’t expected to work in pointe-shoes, but they will be expected to be able to wear ballet-boots confidently and perform well in them while on Hostess duty at a fetish club. To that end I’ve been having them practice being taken from behind while bent over holding on to the barre or with their hands on their knees while their feet are in second position. If we are too into the moment during orgasm women go rubber-legged and our ankles and knees give way. So I’m trying to teach the trainees to hold back a bit when taken while standing to have some control over their legs to prevent collapsing if their partners don’t support them.

Even with the good ankle support of their boots I don’t think it will be safe for them to be taken to orgasm too frequently from the rear while standing in them, at least at first. That’s because it takes a certain amount of discipline not to totally let go and be consumed by the ecstasy of an orgasm and lose control of your legs. Repeatedly being taken to orgasm while standing in ballet-boots can overwhelm a woman’s discipline (if that’s what an experienced fetishist wants to do) and the trainees won’t have developed enough discipline to safely be given repeated orgasms  while standing in the time they will have been with me. The safest positions for them is on their hands and knees entered doggie style or on their backs with their feet over their heads where a mating partner can hold on to the heels or ankles and smell their leather boots damp with estrogenic sweat while thrusting into them.

The Summer Solstice and my libido: I’m CD17 and ovulated this past  Friday, June 12^th , so my libidinal peak is over and I’m safe from pregnancy for the rest of this cycle. My secondary peak, during my period, should begin on June 27^th after we celebrate the Summer Solstice at Location Z on the 21^st. So I won’t be as driven for penetrative encounters with men as I have been when a celestial celebration at the Goddesses site occurs when I’m fertile or menstrual as several have recently. I’m looking forward to being more relaxed and having my partner do most of the work when I’m taken on the altar.

We will return to London on Monday 15^th June to give us a few days to recover from jet lag then travel aboard The Dragon to Inverness to stay at Crag Abbey which returning readers will recall is on a mountain overlooking Loch Ness, before traveling by road to Ullapool and His Graces hunting lodge on the 19^th. Then Jack and I will inspect Location Z to make sure all the supplies are positioned and the robing and mess tent are properly equipped before we welcome Summer at sunrise on the 21^st.  Sunrise will be at 4:18 British Summer Time (BST) at Ullapool so at the elevation of location Z sunrise should occur about 4:10 AM. Jack says the Gorse is in full bloom and I’m looking forward to enjoying its heady scent. The current forecast for sea level at Ullapool is for scattered showers (why aren’t I surprised? Sigh…) with a low of 9° C which is about 48.2° F. So at the elevation of Loc Z it will probably be in the low 40s or high 30s. Jack assures me we will have plenty of His Grace’s Gorse brandy to fortify us before being exposed to the elements on the altars. Even though the eighteen fire pots filled with burning peat will be heating the area to melt any ice which is frequent at that altitude and wearing full length shearling ceremonial robes it will be very cold. 

Male aristocrats as breeders: As I mentioned in my entry for May 8, 2015 a former lover, Jack, Viscount Sandbach whose father, the Duke of M**** owns the land on which the celestial temple at Location Z is located has already identified five young male aristocrat candidates from his friends families with a view to making the celestial celebrations a bit more up-market with an infusion of wealthy young men into ‘The Old Ways’ to ensure continuation of the ritual sacrifice of nubile young women in celebration of the Goddess Aphrodite during celestial events.

I don’t think Aphrodite in whose temple we will be celebrating, cares as long as they are good breeding males who, having participated in the ancient ritual of the planting of seed, will forever be influenced by their sexual bonding to her at Location Z as their Goddess. Their screening for suitability; clean full STIs panels and sperm counts showing high quality and quantity sperm have already been completed by our London clinic. In preparation there is transportation and hospitality to be arranged in getting them staged at his Grace’s hunting lodge in the hills to the east of Ullapool, a matter to which Jack is attending.

Dating Gigi

Home alone - the perfect accessory for a night of solo passion

The photo: A Lelo Gigi 2 G-spot vibrator. This latest version offers eight modes of vibration. The two hour charge time offers up to four hours of pleasure from the rechargeable battery! I love how the tip of the Gigi stimulates my G spot and hooks into place behind my pubic bone a sign of excellent design and superb Swedish craftsmanship.

Unwinding after a busy day: When no man is available I love a good soak in a tub then read a few pages of a Nora Roberts romance on my Nook then slip between the sheets and have Gigi come to Mama. Just a drop or two of a water base intimate lube eases her entry if I’m not already aroused. With the different vibration patterns I can tease myself to where I’m right at the tipping point with tiny vaginal contractions. I could just float there forever, but I’ll finally tease myself to a massively intense gasping, moaning, mewing, screaming toe curling orgasm at the end of which the afterglow is so intense I sometimes immediately fall asleep with Gigi still inside me. When I get up I clean her and put her on charge again before putting her back in her bag to await our next intimate encounter.

Gigi and cervical barriers: When I’m fertile and need to be super safe I wear an Oves cap screwed down tight on my cervix. Neither Oves nor FemCap come in contact with Gigi when she is inserted. However, when wearing a traditional diaphragm; an All-Flex, Milex or Reflexions the head of the Gigi is in contact with the anterior rim of the diaphragm as well as a portion of the dome and you get a very different experience which will vary depending on the rim style. With the Milex Omniflex (coil spring rim) there is a shimmery feeling the full length of the vagina. With the stiffer All-Flex and Milex Arcing spring rims there is a more intense vibration through the entire rim all the way around the cervix; and because the Reflexions flat spring rim bends in only one plane it delivers the most intense full vaginal experience.

However, the Reflexions with its soft natural latex dome is far more likely than the silicone Milex or All-Flex to be damaged by the vibrator head from friction wearing a thin spot or hole in the dome which, if that occurs shortly after  intercourse with an unprotected man, could result in pregnancy. An additional future problem with the Reflexions FS diaphragm is that it was discontinued at the first of 2015 and so are no longer generally available. Fortunately our Clinic had received a routine stocking order of the Reflexions so we should be able to provide them to patients for the next few months. With luck we may be able to have latex FS diaphragms custom made, but at higher cost.

A toy to die for: There have been instances when the exertion from vibrator induced G-spot orgasms has been too much for the woman’s physical condition and one of those instances occurred last weekend at a house party I attended in Northamptonshire. She was an escort hired for the occasion by the eldest son of a neighboring titled family whose wife was pregnant and unable to attend. Her procuress should have been aware of her condition and not allowed her to work with clients who expected her to participate in extreme personal sexual pleasure encounters rather than providing it for her client himself. Rather than giving him vanilla sex what he expected was for her to be the party entertainment by continuously orgasming using a G-spot vibrator while the men and a few women watched her writhe, gasp, mew and moan in ecstasy until she became unconscious from the caress of the vibi she had inserted. When her client tried to wake her he found she was dead.

She and I had talked before her fatal performance and I had checked the placement of her 80mm Reflexions. She was one of my clinic’s escort patients I track who wear an 80mm diaphragm like me so I might be able to harvest her diaphragm if she died while having penetrative sex and wear it as a ‘death rubber’. She asked what I thought the most intense G-spot orgasms was and I mentioned having a latex flat spring diaphragm inserted so that not only the G-spot was stimulated but the stiff flat spring rim would transfer the strongest vibrations throughout the entire length of the vagina. Since she was SCUBA qualified and had her Reflexions with her to use as flood insurance in case she was asked for dive-sex she inserted it and apparently the experience with the vibrator-diaphragm combination was too intense for her. It was later found that she died from a blood clot probably caused by her hormonal birth control.

The hosts stored her body in their walk-in freezer and knowing my prowess as a Domme and exhibitionist asked if I would take the dead performers place as the men really wanted to see a woman totally consumed by a series of G-spot orgasms. I would have thought that watching a professional escort fucked to death by her vibrator would have been enough, but the host wanted at least another 45 minutes and some of the women didn’t think I would since I was CD2 and bleeding heavily and a vibrating diaphragm leaks like a sieve. When the hosts found I was menstrual they pleaded even more since watching a menstrual continuously orgasming woman is a rare and unbelievably messy opportunity so I took the request as a challenge as well as hoping for a good time.

I was willing to perform in her stead, but needed access to her body to get her Reflexions and the Gigi 2 G-spot vibrator that killed her because I didn’t want to chance ruining my own flat spring latex diaphragm and I wanted her Gigi 2 for myself as well.  Marvin (Morning Wood) my psychiatrist and current lover didn’t mind me performing by masturbating for the house party guests so I thought I’d show them how that sort of thing should be done. I quickly harvested her 80mm Reflexions while her body was still warm and took her Gigi 2 and its charger out of her tote before she was sent on her way to the freezer.

She hadn’t been menstrual so my bleeding was a bonus of sorts and I let the guests watch as I pulled out my Dive cup full of flow (one of the male guests drank it) and inserted the dead woman’s flat spring latex diaphragm. I could immediately feel her Chi coming off the latex dome and knew that I would be fine just lying back, inserting the Gigi and letting it take me where it would. The host wanted a 45 minute performance, but it lasted 65 minutes before I couldn’t take any more and my bones and brain were jelly at the end. I had a marvelous time, but was a little hoarse from screaming and moaning by the end. Afterward Marvin had to help me sit up and get into one of the host’s wife’s thick robes to absorb the blood and into a comfy chair and drink a sports drink to replenish lost electrolytes before I had strength to shower and rejoin the other guests. Marvin got the escort’s death and my performance having a vibi fuck my brains out on video so they should sell well on the porn market.

Pompoir, the Cleopatra grip and Mare’s Trick, Loc Z

Cleopatra beguiling a lover with her pelvic skills

 

The photo: Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra in the 1963 film with Richard Burton as Mark Antony and Rex Harrison as Julius Caesar. Taylor and Burton were one of the big Hollywood love stories at the time.

Bea as a courtesan: Bea is almost 18 and I was amazed at how mature and in control she has become since I last saw her two months ago. She has blossomed not only as a beauty, she is breathtakingly beautiful, but in confidence and her pelvic skills. Anya has been coaching her and she made a breakthrough to get past her giggly teen girl personality to a new mature but fun loving one that men just can’t get enough of. However, the area of her progress that pleases me the most is her mastert of the difficult to learn pelvic skills of a courtesan

Anya had her wearing her one inch solid surgical steel Ben Wa ball set  (each ball weighs 2.307 oz.) for a total of 4.614 oz. of steel, more than a quarter of a pound) which I call ‘McBalls’. The goal of training with this weight is to be able to hold a développé for at least 15 seconds en pointe with a set of McBalls inserted w/o dropping one or both. Without a pronounced post-pubic vault a woman stands very little chance of retaining 4 oz. of steel during a cough, sneeze or développé. Fortunately Bea has a lovely deep post-pubic vault.

Anya had her wear them to bed each night where before sleep she could work on learning to isolate the vaginal muscle groups so that she can move the balls up and down her vagina by squeezing her muscles in a certain order. It can take some time even for a determined woman to master isolating vaginal muscle groups and learning to control them, but once mastered that skill opens up an entirely different level of sex play with a man. She excelled in vaginal muscle mastery and her grip is strong enough that she can push the balls up her vagina until they hit her cervix while she is standing! She and I do five reps of that exercise every morning and again at night. And here is what she has learned to do with that vaginal grip while Anya has been working with her; Pompoir and the Mares Trick.

Pompoir: Also known as "playing the flute", and "the Singapore” or “Cleopatra grip”) is a sexual technique in which the woman uses her vaginal muscles to stimulate the man's penis. Both partners remain still, and the woman strokes the man's erection by rhythmic, rippling pulses of the pubococcygeus muscles, so this practice is best performed in a woman on top position. However, in my experience has been that if I’m penetrated while standing facing my partner the experience can be just as intense and leaves me in position to perform the Mares trick.

Performing Kegel or pelvic floor exercises can increase a woman's skill in pompoir by strengthening the relevant muscles, and allow her to identify, and isolate, individual muscles, to contract them in turn to provide the rippling sensation which is what I call “ripple gripping” a lover.

The Mare’s trick: The Mare’s trick is accomplished while remaining en pointe by just closing my legs and clenching my thighs a nd tightening my vaginal muscles to clamp him inside me so tightly that blood can not flow out of his penis so he remains hard during his refractory period. Using the Mares Trick – which works just as well if we are spooning on our sides so I can clamp my thighs together with him penetrating me from the rear – so that my lovers retain their erections while enjoying the relaxation of afterglow and when passed their refractory interval for orgasm they can have a second or third orgasm w/o losing their erection. 

Weather at location Z: Being on the west coast and subject to the moderating temperature of the North Atlantic there isn’t a lot of snow as there is in the central part of the highlands west of Aberdeen. However, the forecast is for rain and 15 mph winds from the West at sunrise which will occur at 6:24 GMT with temperatures in the mid 40s F. So it will be miserably wet and cold as usual. British Summer\ Time doesn’t start until Sunday March 29^th.

We almost certainly won’t get to see the eclipse directly because of the heavy cloud cover, but we will still know when it occurs as it will make Location Z seem like it’s midnight for a few minutes as the moon passes in front of the sun and with the wind moaning through the surrounding ring of tone-hole stones that will be a really creepy few minutes.  All the dry peat has been positioned for the massive braziers and Jack sais all the new shearling robes are ready so it’s just meeting our sperm donors and warming ourselves Friday morning with His Grace’s Gorse brandy. 

The Loc Z Altars and spirits of the sacrificed:  Returning readers will recall that the North altar is close to the cliff edge, but Jack says the rock it’s on is quite solid so while it looks dangerous if the wind isn’t blowing from the South the celebrant and her partner on the North altar should be quite safe and the wind is forecast to be from the west. Willow always has first choice for these celebration since she is the granddaughter of His Grace as she has precedence and chose to offer herself on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun. The other girls chose to celebrate on the altars they occupied for the Winter Solstice; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one. Odile is a risk taker and wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away and with the wind forecast from the west we will not insist she and her partner wear safety harnesses. However, if things change Odile and her inseminator will wear safety harnesses.

I was messaging with a great friend and he was asking about the history of Loc Z thinking it might have been initially established by the Romans. However, that’s not the case. Location Z was only repurposed by the Romans. In much earlier times Jack thinks it was built to offer sacrifices to Earth Gods to celebrate celestial events. Sacrifices included animals and some human enemies. I can feel the spirits of the humans who were slaughtered on the altar I'm on as a male is inseminating me while we are celebrating celestial events several thousand years after the first sacrifices were made. The spirits of the sacrificed humans, mostly male, seem much closer when His Grace is having his way with me as we conclude the fertility rites. Perhaps that’s because he is the ruling male in the area. It doesn’t bother me, but I know they are there.

 

 

 

Sexual activity at St Lucy’s, Marvin and dive-sex

A silicone Semina coil spring rim diaphragm with its case and introducer

The Photo: A Semina diaphragm. Isn’t it lovely! You can see why St Lucy’s Student Health has all students fitted with it at menarche. It is so attractive and sexy that the younger girls want to wear one just like the older upper form girls who are sexually active.

First pregnancy tests of the school year: Because the students at St Lucy’s are so sexually active - either because of the courses they are taking or because of social relationships - every student who has reached menarche is required to take a pregnancy test at the end of each week. We prefer that students have copper bead (GyneFix) IUDs implanted or if not then a Skyla Levonorgestrel releasing IUD inserted or the single rod implant Nexplanon that released etonogestrel for contraceptive protection. However, no method of contraception is 100% effective, hence the weekly tests. Today was the second week of tests and all tests for both weeks have been negative so the administration is pleased.

Clitoral orgasms in the training regimen: The 316 club ballet girls all of whom have totally waxed pubes train for ballet-sex w/o male partners in the St Lucy’s studios, encounter sallies and their dorm rooms. The solo training regimen is to insert their 1.0 inch diameter 316 SS ball pair, don their hard shanked GM pointes and go en pointe while leaning back against a wall or barre and masturbate to orgasm. The goal is to be able to masturbate to orgasm w/o falling off pointe. Doing that will strengthen the students ankles and legs and, over time, train the girls to keep their ankles from wobbling or falling off pointe  during orgasms when with a partner and being penetrated from behind.

Each woman has her own technique in masturbating to climax by caressing her clitoris. The head of my clit is far too sensitive to caress it directly so what I do is slip my hand down my tights or under my thong and with a finger either side of my clitoral shaft caress the shaft until I orgasm. Once accustomed to clitoral masturbation you can use the technique to pass the time on long train or plane rides or while trapped watching a dull film, though if I do that in public I tend to nap afterward so I rarely masturbate watching a film in a theater. Too, if an encounter sallie is equipped with mid 19^th century European barre brackets (now exceedingly difficult to find and thought inappropriate by today’s ballet schools) a girl can masturbate by rubbing her leotard and tights sheathed pelvis against the bracket protrusion placed there for that purpose. That is how some students and adult dancers get ‘bracket burn’ (a worn spot on the fabric) on the pelvis of their leotards.

Dive-sex during Labor Day weekend: On Labor Day I was CD10 and fertile so for diving I wore an Oves cap screwed down tight on my cervix and then double bagged by inserting a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm to prevent under-thrusting. Bea and Willow had gone to spend the weekend with a Brit-chick friend of Willow’s in LA leaving me home alone for several days with Morning Wood. I cautioned the girls about using condoms as the guys might not have current clean full STI panels.  I gave the servants the weekend off so Marvin could ravish me anywhere in the house. However, we spent a lot of time in the pool area getting him used to using an OTS Guardian FFM for dive-sex. He didn’t seem to have any trouble adjusting his delusion that I’m, Jenna, to accommodate the new environment and wearing SCUBA for sex with Jenna while she wore neutrally weighted silicone pool-pointes.

I’d had my divemaster hang a net across the pool at a depth of 30 feet so if anything went wrong neither of us would sink any deeper, but there are openings around the edges so we could dive to the bottom at 64 feet if we wanted.  We were diving enriched air Nitrox (EAN) with 32% oxygen rather than the 21% oxygen in regular air not so much to prevent DCS, but as a precaution to increase Marvin’s stamina as dive sex can be strenuous and I wasn’t sure about his stamina underwater. And of course before I entered the water I let him watch as I inserted a prefilled 10ml disposable applicator of DiveGel+ deep inside me, up against my silicone sheathed cervix before depressing the plunger and releasing the impermeable spermicidal lubricant. I took two more 10ml disposable applicators with me on the dive in case I needed more lube, but the one 10ml dose was plenty for the amount of action he was capable of. Marvin was great and was able to get off inside me three times in thirty minutes while I was tethered to the net at 30 feet with an ankle leash. Though, the last time I had to ripple-grip him to squeeze the cream out of his éclair.

Bea and Willow in LA: The girls came back late Monday night. Willow’s friend had taken them to a party in Beverly Hills on Saturday night where they were invited to another all day affair at an A-list movie star’s beach house in Malibu on Sunday and they ended up sleeping over. The movie star’s wife was at their home in Vail with her sister and their two young daughters recovering from pneumonia gotten while filming on the Yorkshire moors during heavy rains.

The A-list actor is know to have a roving eye and it immediately settled on Bea at the party in Beverly Hills where he took her unprotected in a spare bedroom at the back of the home.  The ID she was carrying said she was 21 and physically she is so well developed that she can easily pass as the baby fat of the typical sixteen y/o had been sweated off long ago from hundreds of hours in ballet studios leaving a well muscled lithe young goddess guaranteed to turn any man’s head. A-list enjoyed that so much that he made sure she was by his side with her deep, tight, wet vessel available every time he felt the need to fill it with semen. Supposedly A-list’s brother, a director, is planning to make a ballet film and wanted to have the girls at his Malibu beach house in pointe shoes so he could watch them stretching and walk around on their toes for inspiration. Fortunately both girls never travel w/o several pairs of pointes and pointes are far more comfy then 4 inch heels if you are standing in them for long.

Not that Willow was ignored. She became the playmate of Mr. A-list’s married brother, the film director, whose pregnant wife was in Vail along with Mr. A-lists family. The director seemed fascinated by Willow’s plummy Berkshire accent as well as her legs and high firm breasts so she got a lot of personal attention and the promise of a screen test if he didn’t have to wear a condom. That could have been a problem as Willow knew I’d be furious if I found out she and Bea hadn’t asked to see recent negative full STI panels for their sexual partners and she really didn’t want to be that blatant to ask for the men’s STI status so she just smiled and didn’t answer as Mr. A-list showed them his wife’s rubber room where she kept all her fetishwear .He and his brother are rubberists and they wanted to have ballet-sex while the girls were encased in latex catsuits, gloves, full hoods and pointe shoes. Bea and Willow are just about her size so her latex catsuits fit them. It was as Willow was opening the Rubber Services storage bags to find the color catsuit she wanted (yellow) that she remembered Rubber Services was one of the casinos ancillary businesses in support of the escort service that Pirate runs for us.   

She remembered that Pirate also supplies girls in LA as well as Vegas. So she called Pirate’s private number, put in her password and was put through to him and asked for his help. She explained that she and Bea were in LA for the weekend with guys who didn’t want to wear condoms and asked if they were registered with his escort service and if so what their STI status was. Fortunately they were and were clean so the girls could confidently take them skin-on-skin and drain coital discharge w/o worrying about STIs. So even though Bea had already taken A-list bareback she was ok. Immediately Willow hung up from Pirate he called me to let me know that Willow was thinking about their sexual health and told me where they were and who they were with.  So when Bea and Willow came back pleased with themselves and relaxed from several days of recreational sex ready to tell me all about the men they had been with I wasn’t sitting on the edge of my chair wondering if their health had been compromised and could enjoy their stories of amazing sex with some of the major players in the Hollywood film community.   

The Autumnal Equinox:  This year the Autumnal Equinox will occur on Tuesday September 23^rd. Since they are in menstrual synchrony with me my wards and I will be CD5 and bleeding for the festivities. That’s a sign of favor that we will all be starting new cycles while performing ritual sex as Goddess surrogates using our own blood. However, I’ll have to watch our excitement level as I don’t want any of us to start hemorrhaging during the celestial ceremonies, or at any other time come to that.

I’m planning that we will leave after St Lucy’s chasses let out at 3:00 PM on Friday afternoon September 19^th, so we hardly have two weeks before we leave for Inverness and Ullapool. I’m hoping the girls and I can have a few days at Crag Abbey to relax after the strenuous experience of being Goddess surrogate vessels on the ancient altars acting out the ritual planting of seed for fall crops. His Grace feels that spirited performances as Goddess surrogate vessels on our part will guarantee him and his crofter’s abundant spring crops and lots of healthy lambs from fertilized Ewes.

This Equinox celebration will be different from previous ones in which we participated. We will not be inducting very young men into the old ways. Rather, we are selecting young newly married men from His Grace’s crofters who have proven to be fertile by producing children one after another especially twins. The plan is to inseminate us with the highest potency semen available during the ritual planting of seed for which we as Goddess surrogates furnish the tight, wet, deep vessel in which it’s planted. The young wives of the men being chosen aren’t aware of the details and I expect some anger and perhaps even the chosen men being called unfaithful, but of course that’s not the case at all as they are being chosen to guarantee bountiful crop yields in the spring. However, that’s not to say that the men and my wards and I won’t enjoy our individual seed planting rituals.

The 2014 Summer Solstice

The mountains behind Ullapool on Loch Broom

The photo: Ullapool in the foreground with light clouds obscuring the mountains where Location Z is located. Sunrise on the Summer Solstice (June 21, 2014) was at 4:18 British daylight time.

The weather at Location Z:  There was light rain and the temperature on the Holy site was 42° F with an 11 mph wind from the west. It wasn’t as miserable as on the 2013 Winter Solstice, but it was not pleasant. I just can’t seem to give up hoping for a sunny day on the site during a celestial celebration. Statistically there is an average of 14 rainy days at Ullapool in June while there are 21 rainy days in December. So there was about a 50% chance we might avoid rain, but didn’t.

However, the peat fires in massive fire-pits liberally sprinkled with incendiary powder to eliminate smoke and sparks burnt off some of the cloud directly over the altars so visibility around the altars and priestesses’ and inductee’s tents was good and the laying of tons and tons of packed gravel up the reconditioned mountain road and around the altars and tents made walking around to get from the dressing tents to the altars far easier by not having to wade through mud. As Priestesses we were all wearing Gaynors and the rain didn’t affect our ability to work en pointe in ascending and descending from the altars and the polymer blocks and shanks along with the satin fabric and ribbons held together well and provided their usual support even when soaked.  

Aristocracy Vs. Workers: For the 2014 Summer Solstice His Grace decided to concentrate on inducting eligible sons of his titled friends.  Lest readers think the old bull was indulging in snob appeal, much of the reason for investing sons of the well-born into the old ways rather than virgin males from working class families is that the pool of virgin working class males on His Graces estates has been depleted by our inducting so many at one time. One could argue that we needed to harvest virgins where we found them while they still retained their virginity. But still, there were a finite number within His Graces estates and currently it is depleted. So, each of the four demi-priestesses and I took only one inductee each for at least three acts of penetrative intercourse on the five altars with first penetration beginning at exactly sunrise, 4:18 AM BDT. 

Virgin prepping: There was some fear on our part that the inductees might not fully appreciate the delights of the female body. None were younger than 16 and all truthfully said (we have ways to verify that they weren’t lying) that they had never had penile-vaginal-intercourse (PVI) with a human female which while not impossible was difficult to believe as they are all eldest sons who will inherit the family title and are in demand socially. All are well hung, uncut, strong, handsome and from a woman’s perspective very sexually desirable young men. They admitted to repeated acts of anal intercourse while wearing condoms as that was the nearest they could get to a vagina in a boys-school and several admitted to fucking Ewes on their father’s estates.  Which says a lot about how sexually repressed the British upper classes are. 

The inductees had joined us at the Abbey on Tuesday so we had an opportunity to work with them and they got to watch the women’s and Terry’s morning ballet class and we were pleased to note the erections interfering with the drape of their slacks; always a good sign in a woman’s prospective sex partner. Since they hadn’t been around unclothed female bodies we also taught them what the clitoris and G-spot are and how to gently manipulate them with the fingers and tongue during foreplay to effectively arouse a partner. Then gave them time to practice, after some additional coaching, giving us clitoral orgasms the male effort left them aroused but unsatisfied so we needed to give them relief.

To release the blood pooling in the virgin’s pelvic areas after fondling us to orgasms we gave them oral, blowing them at least twice a day and immediately prior to sunrise on the 21^st, with the hope that having routine sexual releases up until we relieved them of their virginity they would all last longer while we were coupled on the altars. Too, we also gave them, as a “nutritional supplement”, 50 mg of Viagra at 3:00 AM with breakfast on the solstice just in case any of them might have performance anxiety. And as I mentioned earlier we were hoping to get at least three orgasms from each man if they had the stamina and were looking forward to having the men do most of the work. 

Secondary altar precedence: With the four secondary altars available on the North, South, East and West of the principal altar all my girls are major participants. Returning readers will recall that the North altar is close to the cliff edge, but Jack says the rock it’s on is quite solid so while it looks dangerous if the wind isn’t blowing from the South the celebrant and her partner on the North altar should be quite safe and today the wind was from the west. Willow had first choice for this celebration and being a granddaughter of His Grace she has precedence and chose to offer herself on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun. The other girls chose to celebrate on the altars they occupied in the spring; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one. Odile is a risk taker and wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away and with the wind from the west we did not insist she and her partner wear safety harnesses.

Sunrise on the Solstice: Before the ceremonial procession of priestesses to the altars we all had the traditional cup of gorse brandy to dull the chill. The brandy distilled on His Graces estates is celebrated for its sweetness and potency by brandy aficionados. I’m pleased to say that our aristocratic teen inductees didn’t disappoint in their vigor and stamina, though they were somewhat lacking in manual fingering and penile thrusting techniques, which was understandable under the circumstances. Wrapped in hooded shearling robes when mated and the inductee thrusting into us for all he’s worth we were all warm enough.  Even with oral sex three hours before mounting the altar the boys couldn’t last more than 5 minutes w/o ejaculating so with only one virgin male each it took less than 45 minutes to transfer as much of their semen into our vaginas as they and we were capable of, having to ripple grip all of them when they tired while trying for four in a row and began to wilt.

As is traditional His Grace mounted me on the main altar after all the rest were finished and he was in good form lasting 15 minutes before spewing seed against the soft rubber dome of my Reflexions flat spring diaphragm. As I’m CD22 and luteal today there was no danger of my getting pregnant from sex during the ceremony, but I feel more fully dressed for success with the thin stretchy latex membrane protecting my cervix. I suppose it’s a girl thing!  Jack had to help him off me, and from that I knew I’d given him a really good tight ride.

Afterward: The ride down the mountain with us all wrapped in our shearling robes and drinking another cup gorse brandy was uneventful. At the hunting lodge we had the ritual burning of the priestesses and initiates shearling robes, hoods and shoes.  I’m pleased to say that using the incineration powder the polymer in our GM pointes burnt completely w/o smoke or odor after which we had lunch.

During lunch His Grace spoke to the young men who had given up their virginity this morning telling them of the small sacred society which they had just joined and suggested that they recruit any virgin friends they thought worthy of consideration for induction into the old ways. Then the young men were escorted back to their homes all over the UK and the rest of our party departed for the Abbey wanting to get there before dark when a storm is forecast.

 

K-valves, burst disks and asphyxiation dive-sex

A cut-away view of a SCUBA tank 3000psi K-valve 

The photo: A cut-away view of a SCUBA tank K-valve showing the burst disk assembly protruding from the right hand side of the illustration. In the Sherwood 5000 K-valve, which is what we are currently using, the specially designed burst-disc assembly evenly distributes escaping air, preventing (to some extent) the tank from spinning or tipping if the burst-disc vents. However, the diver is still surprised, jerked around and left gasping without air.

Dive porn training & location shoot: The porn actress “Juicy Breeder” is working for Taryn’s porn production group and they will be videoing location scenes in the cove for the next few days. Unlike most porn stars she’s a blond with a trim balletic figure and 32C+ cup breasts so she isn’t pneumatic at all even though she is silicone enhanced. Like me she has an extremely long vagina when aroused so can take exceptionally well endowed men w/o being injured  For contraception she has a stringless ParaGard IUD inserted since she frequently performs in fisting and menstrual sex videos. However, she had never had dive-sex and wants children later, so she was anxious to be fitted with a Reflexions (she took a 80mm) for flood insurance while performing in the dive-sex scenes.

Her male Co-star, “Long Tom” Spencer, is a delight to work with once we got him past being paranoid of unprotected sex with women in my circle after we all exchanged current negative full STI panels. He is amazingly well hung and knows how to use every inch to please a woman so sex scenes with him involve very little acting and a lot of gloriously pure lust and hormonal ecstasy on the part of his lovers.

The video story line: A young competitive diver is having an affair with her trainer and she is competing with a rival and more experienced diver for her trainer’s affection. The heroine’s tank is sabotaged and ruptures during a dive-sex encounter with her trainer just prior to an important competition including her diving and romantic rival. The sabotaged tank creates a situation which exposes our heroine to new levels of danger and sexual intensity with her trainer. The Director is even going to use scenes of me breast feeding (Juicy and my nipples and areolas look quite similar) as the heroine is having to deal with lactation as a side effect of coming off hormonal contraceptive s which is something that happened to me IRL.

Burst disk asphyxiation testing: Some time ago Jack and I had been testing commercially available chemical heat-packs of various sizes which during their chemical reaction develop and sustain temperatures of approximately 54°C, or 129.2°F. When properly positioned against a relatively full 3,000 psi tank we hadn’t been able to get one or even several large heat-packs to raise the temperature (and therefore the pressure) of the gas enough to cause the burst disk to rupture and vent the tank.

So we enlisted Jeff of Labia Labs to develop a hand size industrial strength chemical hot-pack that can boil a large pan of water in a minute or so. We have tried static tests and the burst disk vented the tank submerged in cool water in less than a minute on all five HP steel tanks we tried them on. But there are safety problems since the pack can ignite fires if placed in contact with combustible material and so is in an insulated shell except for the active surface that is placed directly against the tank and held in place by a waterproof adhesive or in the case of steel tanks a strong magnet.

Having a burst disk vent during a dive is a scary experience even when you are expecting it! With Jack as my partner we tried it with the industrial strength heat pack attached to the lower end of my tank on several short test dives the other day. I find we are safest if I hold myself away from him by holding on to the shoulder straps of his tank harness with my elbows against my chest and forearms straight so we were a foot or so apart to keep our masks from colliding when I’m shoved into him and we start to tumble. Even when expecting the tank to vent it’s frightening and the roar of the escaping air is deafening and the tumbling disorienting and getting jerked around during an orgasm while the tank is venting and being unable to breathe or inflate a buoyancy compensator is immensely erotic, which complicates the process of pulling off my mask, grabbing Jacks buddy reg and starting to breathe off it because I don’t want to lose the incredibly strong vaginal contractions of an asphyxiation orgasm. 

Heading for the surface might not be a good option until the tank finishes venting as it may be safer to stay strapped to it rather than to unfasten the harness and have it smash in to you while still venting. Assuming of course that your partner has a buddy reg and you can get to it. That’s what Jack and I have been doing. When the tank begins to vent I hold myself away from him with one hand while pulling off my FFM and use the buddy reg on Jack’s octopus. Then after the tank has vented unfasten the harness and send the vented tank to the surface with a lift bag. I’m fortunate that I’m wearing a hood that deflects some of the roar of 80 cu. Ft. of high pressure air escaping and the bubble clous rushing to the surface. Jack and Tom say the noise doesn’t bother them. But I know if they are exposed to much of that it will affect their hearing.  Even with the hearing concern that test arrangement has worked well so far and we have kept our divemaster busy replacing burst disks and refilling tanks.

Even though it would be more photogenic with our long hair floating loose we are wearing hoods with sound absorbing ear protectors and the women have our hair in a bun or French twist under them so when the tank bursts our hair doesn’t get caught in the valves and hoses while the ruptured burst disk is venting and rotating the tank. The hoods also reduce to some extent the roar of the escaping air right next to the woman’s head and less then two feet from her partner. I’m not sure what the director will want to do for the production videos rather then just the test and training we have been doing, but I hope at least Juicy wears a hood to protect her hearing.

Women and erotic asphyxiation: I usually think of erotic asphyxiation as a guy thing involving hanging or suffocation with a plastic bag over the head. However, what we are attempting to do for a scene in the video is have me (and later the actress whose tank vents) having an orgasm when the tank vents and there is no gas coming through her reg driving her to a hyper-orgasm with unbelievably strong vaginal contractions. Her orgasm with no air at the very time when at maximum exertion and oxygen is needed most, being a form of erotic asphyxiation. Her partner’s buddy reg is just out of her reach and her vaginal contractions are their strongest while she can’t get air.  It’s a very delicate balance between unbelievably exquisite sex and brain damage and there are no stunt doubles, the actors do all the stunts themselves. So we need Juicy and Tom to get their timing down precisely.  

Today Jack and I have demonstrated to Juicy and Tom how a venting tank gyrates wildly when the burst disk ruptures on my tank while Jack is thrusting inside me. Then while I switch tanks Jack worked to bring Juicy to orgasm and to get her somewhat accustomed to the burst disk rupturing on her own tank so her being nearly asphyxiated and being saved by her instructor during their white hot dive-sex encounter looks realistic when worked into her training regimen for a competitive SCUBA race while fending off a rival’s attempts for sexual encounters with her trainer/lover.

During Jack’s time penetrating Juicy and rupturing her burst disk I work with Long Tom getting him used to the effort required to thrust into a woman during dive-sex while I relax and let him have his way with me enjoying the bone melting orgasms from the talented penis of a hard and rising porn star before we got to the part where he pressed the start button on the heat-pack attached to my tank and he held on while ejaculating in me as the burst disk ruptured and we tumbled in the roar and cloud of venting bubbles while I groped for the buddy reg on his octopus.

Our first dive-sex seminar

How safe am I wearing a Reflexions for dive-sex?

Gyns, diaphragms and dive-sex: For the last 18 months my clinic has been considering hosting a seminar for selected Gynecologists to disseminate information about how adventuresome women can protect themselves from reproductive tract injury during sexual intercourse underwater. As returning readers know the need for intimate protection during dive-sex has been apparent to me for the last several years from the number of pelvic infections we have been seeing in patients who had recently had underwater penetrative sex.  

Of course not all underwater sex occurs while wearing dive gear. There are hot tub encounters and penetration while holding on to open pool gutters, but we are seeing more and more reproductive tract problems that seem to originate from encounters while wearing SCUBA and are occurring in deep water, which for the purposes of this post is below 6 meters, approximately 18 feet, depths which are available in most high-end pools these days. Problems can occur either from masturbation or with a partner. There is almost nothing in the published literature about the use of diaphragms to prevent upper reproductive tract infections caused from water forced into the uterus by the hydraulics of a toy or a partner’s thrusts when the vagina floods, which is fairly common, during underwater sex. So we felt a seminar to increase awareness of the problem and ways to minimize the danger of serious side effects from dive-sex was long over due.

The Venue: Our clinic got Adolph, who operates one of the countries deepest dive training facilities and the private underwater sex club, Splash, to sponsor a seven day conference/seminar for a few influential female Gyns from areas where most of the dive-sex related problems seem to be occurring; LA, Las Vegas The Hamptons and Palm Beach. All expenses; transportation, meals and lodging were paid  by our casino for the attendees. The seminar was held at The Lorelei, (think Splash for women) Adolph’s luxury Spa in the hills which is connected to his dive training facility so his multi-bed hyperbaric chamber was easily accessible if needed.

The first day was Spa check in, each attendee was tested for hCG – a precaution since diving can harm a pregnancy - and fitted for a diaphragm (none had used one before) and an evening dinner, four full days of seminars and training in encounter and deep water pools, primarily Adolph’s, but mine if necessary, and two days of sightseeing afterward to allow nitrogen buildup to purge from traveling attendees bodies before flying home. I had pushed for four full days of raining while others thought three was sufficient and that the attendees would be too tired after four very active days, but I was proved correct as the Gyn’s fitting skills were excellent after six fitting sessions with patients and none were tired enough to forgo any of the eight pool training sessions with male partners. Adolph participated because he sees the market for dive-sex training expanding as well as potential guests for The Lorelei and Pirate, who provided the male escorts, sees an increase in demand for dive-sex escorts both at The Lorelei and to service the demand at other locations within the continental U.S.

The participating Gyns: There were ten participants, four from LA and two each from Las Vegas, The Hamptons and Palm Beach all of whom were SCUBA qualified. None were allergic to latex and all were between the ages of 29 and 32. We intentionally kept the seminar small because of the need for personal attention and training for each woman with her male partners, experienced dive-sex escorts, first in encounter pools and then in deep water. Over the course of the seminar each Gyn was given the opportunity to be with five different male partners to give her experience with a range of underwater thrusting techniques. None of the Gyns was familiar with diaphragm fitting nor had any been diaphragm users themselves before the seminar. All the women were sexually active and none were married though most were in monogamous relationships. All the participants had the full series of Gardasil shots, negative full panel STI tests and were shown the recent clean full STI panels for the ten male escorts who would be partnering them. That way the women were reassured they were safe from STIs and could enjoy skin-on-skin contact with the men entering them.

All were anxious to experience dive-sex with an experienced trainer so they were able to rationalize sex during the seminar as just another part of their medical training. They had been given a chance to opt-out of the underwater encounters, but, quite rightly, felt it was vital to experience what it is like to have dive-sex so they would know what a patient would experience first hand and what it’s like for a woman to wear protective equipment to minimize the likelihood of problems from vaginal flooding during active penetration underwater. Even the two who were initially reluctant enjoyed the opportunities to experience underwater encounters for themselves while properly protected. All the women were on long acting reversible contraceptives (LARC) six on the single rod implant Nexplanon and four on the progestin releasing IUD Mirena. The emergency contraceptive Plan B One-Step was available if any participant felt her primary method of contraception might have failed.

Pelvic grooming and ageing: All the participants had pubic hair at least to some extent. Most had thick pelts trimmed to their bikini lines, but several had been waxed except for a thin closely trimmed landing strip.  If the participants were going to be fitted for penetrator plugs pubic hair would have been a problem, but for dive-sex training with professional partners who wouldn’t grind their hair into the mons veneris pubic hair was not a problem. And for one participant her partners used a soft cock ring as a buffer since she was slender and had very little fat padding her pubic bone.  

In the common women’s dressing room we all got to see each other’s bodies and all the participants had lovely proportional figures. While none had Victoria’s Secret class bodies, all were very attractive and seemed confident about how they looked even though a bit nervous about appearing nude among a group of near strangers. Several participants commented on my totally nude pubes, my perfect high small breasts and how soft and smooth my skin is. They were fascinated to find I had never been pregnant, but am lactating and wearing Lilly Padz under my bras to prevent milk stains from leaky nipples, which occur when I’m sexually aroused.

What I didn’t tell them was that six months ago my endocrinologist started me on a weekly regimen of a special blend of amino acids injections to increase my production of Human Growth Hormone, hGH. The shots are low dosage to minimize the risk of side effects such as joint and muscle pain, swelling in the arms and legs and carpel tunnel syndrome. Even so my hGH production has more than tripled! It’s costly, but very effective, at least for me. The shots have rejuvenated my skin, and toned the flesh on my throat and around my eyes so it is as firm and smooth as a twenty year olds and it boosted my energy and libido as well, though neither of those was showing any sign of decreasing. None of the Gyns had any idea that I wasn’t in my late twenties, but forty-two until I mentioned starting to use cervical barriers when I was twenty-one in the early nineties and they did the math. 

My role and Reflexions: I was part of the support staff as an expert cervical barrier fitter and dive-sex demonstrator. I fit them all with the latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragms we all wore for dive-sex training. In fitting them with Reflexions I stressed the marvelously stretchy dome membrane, the wonderful heat transfer properties of latex and the fact that the rim of a correctly fitted Reflexions is nearly impossible to under-thrust. Making it perfect for deep dives is the fact that the rim will not distort due to water pressure (as other rim styles will below 10 meters) regardless of how deep the wearer dives, a fact they would test for themselves on several 100 ft training dives. Fortunately they all had deep post-pubic vaults with the necessary pelvic ledge to take the anterior rim and wonderfully thick soft vaginal rugae in which the rim could sink to form a strong seal. As dive-sex specialists my partner and I demonstrated different positions and thrusting techniques and I dove with the Gyns and a woman divemaster on their first few dives to help reassure them of their safety if a woman is correctly fitted for and is properly using Reflexions as flood insurance.

In my oral presentation I didn’t mention my need for or benefit from wearing a death rubber as that is something only psychiatrists are likely to encounter, but I did stress that a correctly fitted and properly inserted latex Reflexions FS diaphragm and a good thick silicone base vaginal gel were the cornerstones of safe underwater penetrative sex for a woman. Women on hormonal contraception can safely use a diaphragm for flood control as can women with an IUD if a silicone gel lube is applied in the dome to prevent ‘string-grab’. I also taught the diaphragm fitting course at our clinic and then had evening fitting sessions for the Gyns using escort trainees as patients and one or two other women with anatomies unsuitable for diaphragms in evening training classes as examples of women who shouldn’t be fitted.

Costumes, equipment and comfort: We women all wore string bikini bottoms and swimsuit front closure sports bra tops for pool encounters and the guys wore Speedo slingshots. The men all had gelly cock rings to use if his partner said she was getting sore from having her pelvis pounded from her partner’s thrusting, but only one asked for a cock ring to be used during the entire five days a tribute to the professionalism of their male partners.

All the Gyns wore OTS Guardian FFMs, 80 cu ft aluminum tanks and Scubapro back inflated Ladyhawk BCs (all provided by Adolph) while the men and I wore our own OTS Guardians and other gear.  OTS Guardian FFMs are standard for escort training, Splash, The Lorelei and the deep water training facility so buying in volume we get a great discount.  It took a few test dives to get the Gyns accustomed to floating on the surface in a wing back BC, but after that they loved the comfort and freedom of movement wearing a Ladyhawk gives a woman diver.

During the day we refreshed ourselves with sports drinks and fresh fruit to replace the electrolytes excreted. In the evenings we replenished our energy with high calorie meals to replace the calories burnt off by underwater sex, which is surprisingly strenuous. Adolph had his divemaster hang a net across the well at 100 feet and fastened sets of tethers (ankle leashes) to it so the Gyns could experience dive-sex at 100 feet while breathing Nitrox. That way there was no worry about a fatal accident if someone had an uncontrolled descent she wouldn’t go to the bottom at 216 feet.  The Gyns loved the four days of strenuous exercise during which they rotated through at least five men each over that period enjoying multiple orgasms with each partner while screaming and moaning into their FFMs. At the end they were all on Ibuprofen for sore pelvises and abs muscles from meeting their partner’s thrusts during encounters that began unhurriedly progressing to frantic couplings and underwater ecstasy in a cloud of bubbles.

Afterward: Most of the Gyns didn’t think they would be able to orgasms during dive-sex encounters. Obviously none had been with a professional escort who can make a girl believe she is the most interesting, beautiful and sexually fascinating woman he has ever seen and mind-fuck her into falling under his spell at least while he is with her. All of the women reached orgasm within ten minutes and the average was five after the first time when they were all in lust for their men. The girls said afterward that they had no idea that being taken to orgasm while sucking gas one hundred feet below the surface could be that intense, which may spell trouble for some of their boyfriends.

The attendees all agreed that their intensive diaphragm fitting training and underwater penetrative encounter training gave them badly needed insight into the thrill and dangers of underwater sexual intercourse and the skills and knowledge to counsel their patients about the use of safety equipment to minimize the likelihood of reproductive tract problems occurring from dive-sex encounters.  Our clinic, Adolph and Pirate all thought the time and expense of the seminar were well worthwhile as it brought together and developed friendships and a solid base of specialist knowledge among high profile trend setters in women’s reproductive health located in up-market areas of the country where it is likely to be most useful.