Drysuit neck seals

Heavy rubber drysuit showing the neck seal

Drysuit neck seals and buoyancy: Most women rubber fetish divers who wear drysuits don’t use a buoyancy control device (BCD). That means that: 1) They have to be experienced enough with the drysuit they are diving that they can control their buoyancy with it. 2) That w/o a BCD by decreasing the air in their drysuit they can show off their figures and experience arousal from the suits squeeze compressing their bodies and 3) They are at risk of having an uncontrolled descent if their neck seal fails. An uncontrolled descent can often be fatal to a diver even in a shallow pool if she is diving solo and has no way to get off the bottom. I always carry a small lift-bag in a pouch on the waist strap of my tank harness in case I find myself in that situation.

It’s a bit other-worldly to be attacked while diving, especially while wearing a drysuit because unlike wearing a wetsuit when her drysuit is being used for buoyancy control a diver is a much larger and far more vulnerable target. In most dive films or TV programs showing underwater fights a diver almost always has her air hose cut. I’ve been attacked so often that I have my air hoses armored now which in the case of my twin-hose Mistral the titanium mesh armored hoses actually helps give the hoses neutral buoyancy rather than the air filled hoses tugging at my mouthpiece and causing me to exert effort to keep my head level rather than my chin being pulled toward the surface from the lift of the air in the hoses.

All three times I’ve been attacked my attacker went for my air hose. In a wetsuit that’s a good strategy, but if I’m attacking a diver in a drysuit I like to go for the neck seal. It’s a large soft target and if you can slit an opponent’s neck seal at the very least you have flooded his or her suit and weighted her down. If s/he is wearing a BCD and can still control her buoyancy my next slash is the air bladder of her BCD. If she isn’t wearing a BCD then slashing an opponent’s neck seal probably caused her to lose buoyancy – even if she drops her weights - and begin an uncontrolled descent. An uncontrolled descent in open water is almost always fatal. If I can I like to pull my opponents fins off as well, which limits her ability (regardless of her strength) to fin her way to the surface while trapped in a flooded drysuit. If my opponent reaches the bottom alive it’s just a matter of time until s/he runs out of air. If it’s a woman and I can reach her body I like to check her vagina to see what upper reproductive tract protection she was using. Before disposing of the body I’ll harvest any of her equipment that I want. I don’t think I’m particularly vindictive, but if my attacker has really upset me or I need something for DNA verification I’ll harvest her ovaries or his testicles. Disposal is a lot easier in open water because if you slit the belly so it won’t bloat and float as it rots a diver can disappear w/o a trace.

Cycle status: I’m CD11 today and fertile with the transparent silicone rubber membrane of an Oves sucking on my cervix collecting my fertile cervical fluid. I feel so safe and confident when wearing an Oves. The week I’m fertile I’m always more eager for sex with a man and for some reason I seem to be more easily aroused when it’s raining as it is this morning. It’s raining here in town but it is snowing in the hills to the west of us and to the south in Henderson.

Ben Wa balls and IUDs: A reader asks if its safe to use Ben Wa balls with an IUD. If the IUD is a GyneFix frameless IUD implant the answer is yes it is quite safe. However, if the IUD is one with a frame, such as a ParaGard or a Mirena which have strings that protrude from the cervix and the Ben Wa balls are connected together as they commonly are it is possible that the strings of the IUD could tangle in the material connecting the balls and pull the IUD out of the wearer’s uterus. Ben Wa balls that are not connected so there is no possibility of the IUD strings tangling with them can be used safely while wearing a framed IUD.

IUDs and dive-sex: While I’m discussing IUDs, I’ve mentioned this before but it’s worth repeating for my women readers. We had a woman auditioning for a seat in our escort training class who had her ParaGard pulled out when the strings stuck to the dome of her gas guard. Gas guards are mandatory for dive-sex to minimize the possibility of a gas embolism so we advise all women with framed IUDs who want to train for or have dive-sex to switch to a frameless GyneFix implant or have the strings cut off her framed IUD so it won’t interfere with her gas guard. Ideally a framed IUD should be replaced by a GyneFix if possible because the uterine cramps caused by an intense orgasm of the sort usually experienced during dive-sex will often bend the frame of a ParaGard or Mirena causing it to either embed in the uterine wall or be expelled. No woman is accepted for our escort training classes if she has a framed IUD inserted.

An Obsessive Compulsive collector

Collector’s passions

The Collector: I have known Adolph (not his real name) for about a year, but had seen him as a spectator at my KP-Boot fights for at least a year before that. We made eye contact several times – especially when I held up one of my vanquished opponents boots - but he never approached me and I wasn’t interested in dating fight fans so it was left at that. It was only after he learned I was working for the Families in town on special assignments that required cleanup that he had his personal assistant contact me. I met him for lunch at one of Vegas’s best steak houses. He had a business proposition he wanted me to consider and it was this: for female victims who the Family had no interest in he wanted the right of first refusal of their bodies, clothing and personal effects. I told him that I had harvesting rights to all clothing and other possessions, but after I took what I wanted I would let him have first refusal of what was left, and usually there is a great deal remaining to get rid of, as long as we could agree on details so I could be assured there would be no bodies he had gotten from me ever found.

Collecting with OCD: He agreed to my terms since we both recognize I am in a unique position to provide the sorts of things he collects that are extremely difficult to get - especially relatively fresh bodies of attractive young women - so he didn’t quibble about price, the security arrangements or waste disposal needed for this sort of transaction. It’s not that I need the money; I have far more than I can ever spend if I lived like an Empress. It’s just that I hate to let something of value pass through my hands w/o making a profit. He’s happy, I’m happy and the mess is tidied up so it’s a win-win. It really is amazing the number of young blonds trying to enter the trade who end up being available on the after-market as parts. Adolph is concentrating on expanding his ballet boot collection though he started by collecting ballerina’s autographed pointe-shoes and has some pairs going back to the late 1800s. He is particularly interested in leather pointes and special orders, anything out of the ordinary on which he can exercise his Obsessive-Compulsive energies. I’ve never been around a collector with OCD before so I have to be careful not to touch anything w/o permission.

Collectors choice: After I supplied him with a particularly fine body, a lovely 18 y/o my size in butterscotch Polymorphe latex and a pair of Gepetto’s Pleasure boots who had been dead for less than five hours and who was nearly unmarked – her customer killed her by compressing her carotid arteries until her brain died from lack of oxygen - Adolph offered to show me his collection. He said I was the only person he had allowed into the vault where he keeps his most important items, the oldest and rarest in the collection. Rarity is relative so new styles and technology appear but as they are superseded their place in the contemporary portion of his collection changes. I was particularly interested to see what he had done with some of the bodies I had supplied. Several were submerged still in their latex encasement suits in large glass tubes of formalin, an aqueous solution of formaldehyde, while others had survived only as a leg in a ballet boot to show a particularly fine arch or the beautiful stitching of a the toe box on a pair of Gepettos Pleasure boots. Along side each example was the (often bloody) padding from the woman’s toes from her other foot so he could marvel at the pain she must have endured while practicing her trade while en pointe.

Being complimented: I had worn a pair of Gepetto’s Pleasure boots for the tour of his collection and he commented on how beautiful my legs and boots are which I tried to take in a positive manner and not get too creeped-out by the very real possibility that he is envious of my skill in ballet boots and hungers for my boots possibly still filled with my feet and legs in formalin filled jars as exhibits in his collection. After the tour - it was the day after I had supplied him with the fresh butterscotch Polymorphe blond I mentioned above - we had dinner in his dining room that has a huge window with an amazing view to the east overlooking the city as dusk fell and the lights of the strip blazed below us.

Dinner conversation: Over a delicious meal of a thinly sliced and very tender meat I hadn’t tasted before he asked me about my fetishes and I told him about my fascination with wearing latex and leather encasement suits previous owners had died in as well as gasmasks. But, admitted that my especial interests run to pointe shoes, ballet boots and cervical barriers. He was particularly interested in my teaching barrier contraception and dive-sex at St Lucy’s, because he has a niece who entered St Lucy’s last Fall. He said knowing she was a student of mine for contemporary sexual health made him feel more secure about her safety, because, “there are monsters out there who only see women as objects of desire”, and I wondered who he had in mind?

Adolph told me he had been a Gynecologist with a 30 year career and a practice on the Upper East Side of NYC. He had invented some special Gyn instruments and made a fortune and retired to Vegas to concentrate on building his special collections. He is an expert cook and has a commercial grade kitchen where we had begun our conversation as he prepared our dinner himself. After the meal he asked me how I liked it and what I thought of the salad and entrée. I was fascinated with the salad dressing, a ginger marmalade with tiny chunks of meat in it and the entrée, melt-in-your-mouth thin slices of a delicate meat broiled with crushed rosemary and served in a butter reduction sauce mixed with its natural juices. He seemed pleased and asked if I could identify either or both meats. I was certain I had never tried either and couldn’t identify the taste though in the salad the bits were mostly masked by the ginger. I thought the entrée tasted a bit like pork, but I was pretty certain it wasn’t. When I couldn’t guess what they were he told me. The meat in the salad dressing was the finely chopped cervix and ovaries, and the entrée was the uterus of the butterscotch Polymorphe blond. A chill ran up my spine and I gasped, but was proud that I didn’t feel the least bit nauseous.

Seconds: Actually, I asked if I could have several more slices of uterus so I could fix the taste in my mind and palate. He was delighted and as I ate he explained that the uterus of a nulliparous woman (one who hadn’t given birth) was what this recipe called for because the stretching of the uterus during pregnancy makes it very tough and only good for things like barbecue. Now there is something I’ll have to keep in mind! As we chatted about the delicate flavor of a broiled nulliparous uterus I thought he didn’t look at all like Anthony Hopkins. But then in real life sociopaths look quite normal, what ever normal means.