Elke and conservative activists

An Ocean Reef Neptune Space Predator FFM

(Showing the surface air vent – the black knob on the left behind the air hose connection)

Elke’s discipline dive: Adolph had several days with the well unoccupied by a discipline trainee, because his current trainee had 5 ribs fractured during a squeeze encounter. She was being stubborn and doing extremely well withstanding her drysuits squeeze until she reached 165 feet when her ribs suddenly cracked and she fainted which ended the encounter. She will be ok but she won’t be diving for at least several months. Adolph training operation is self insured through one of his corporations so cost isn’t an issue but rescheduling the trainee to complete her training is a bother. However, since the well was unoccupied that gave Elke an opportunity to satisfy her masochistic urges by experiencing a disciplinary session for herself, which she had wanted to do.

So, the other day Adolph had her suit up in her GNT drysuit, hood, gloves and her Interspiro FFM and he personally took her into the well and cuffed her spread eagle to the wall 50 feet below the surface with soft cuffs – Velcro wrap cuffs – that she couldn’t’ get out of, then dumped air from her suit to cause it to squeeze her very tightly so she was squirming and gasping. Then he activated the biofeedback G-spot vibi that he had her insert and left her to her own thoughts. She wore a twin set of 120 cu ft tanks with a low pressure switch to automatically transfer tanks when her primary tank was near empty. She was breathing Nitrox II so she had plenty of air for a long duration dive and there was a Brit-chick WA-girl (a well attendant) watching the monitors to make sure she was still breathing.

I was sleeping with Adolph that night and after I exhausted him he fell almost immediately into a deep sleep. I was lying beside him enjoying the afterglow from a series of intense orgasms he had given me when I had an urge to see if Elke was ok. I knew I shouldn’t interrupt her because letting a student undergoing discipline confront the demons that go through a woman’s mind at times like that is an important part of her experience, but I felt I really needed to see if she was ok. I told myself I had no intent to dive down to her, just look at the monitors and stand on the edge and look down into the well at her and make sure she was releasing a normal bubble stream from her exhalations. Still, I slipped into a 2 mm neoprene SinSkin and fastened myself into my SCUBA set with its BCD and 80 cu ft tank of Nitrox II gas. Then put on and adjusted my Neptune Space Raptor FFM, making sure that I opened the surface air vent to breathe ambient air rather than deplete Nitrox from my tank before I needed to. I picked up my gear bag and fins and as I walked past the trainee’s dressing room I turned on my masks comm. set expecting to hear the sound of Elke’s demand valve operating as she slept. Instead I heard two women with upper-class British accents talking.

Apparently they were mother and daughter and the daughter was asking if there wasn’t another way. The older woman replied that Miss Kraus (Elke) had caused the school to send down (expel) her daughter. But worse, her expulsion was over the issue of morality since the school intends to offer a course teaching recreational dive-sex to unmarried girls, against the teachings of the church. I assumed they were talking about the Roman Catholic Church because the mother mentioned Cardinal O’Connor, head of the Church in the UK. She went on to say that Elke, as ‘an instrument of the devil’, was an appropriate target for reprisal by Christian warriors from organizations like Opus Dei. And, since Catholic societies are notorious for elitism and misogyny having women as covert operatives is especially effective since it is so unexpected. She said that by striking at Elke they would get back at her for recommending expulsion and also delay the start of dive-sex training at her daughter’s former school.

Her mom decided that the daughter would cut the head harnesses on all the FFMs in the staff dressing room so no one could follow them into the well while she went into the well first to take care of Elke, but she said she wouldn’t finish her off until her daughter could follow her down and help complete the job. Mom went out the far door onto the well surround and daughter came out the door into the hall where I was standing. As they talked I had put down my fins reached into my gear bag and broke the seal on a small squeeze bottle of chloroform. I closed the surface air valve on my Raptor so I was breathing Nitrox and didn’t gas myself and was ready with the chloroform when daughter came through the door. She stopped in surprise and I soaked the open surface air valve on her Predator. No liquid chloroform should have gone directly into her oral nasal unit but the fumes did and she collapsed immediately w/o making a sound. I pulled her back into the trainees dressing room and thought about turning off her air, closing her surface air valve and letting her suffocate but then thought Adolph might like to play with her so while I did turn off her air I left her SAV open and bound her securely with duct tape so I could go after her Mom. I was pleased to see that the thin neoprene skin she was wearing looked close enough to my SinSkin and the shape of her FFM was the same as my mask, though the colors were different, that at a distance, if I was lucky, Mom might mistake me for her daughter since she was not expecting anyone else.

My encounter with Mom: I went out onto the well surround and looked down at Elke. Mom was apparently having trouble equalizing the pressure in her ears and sinuses because she had stopped at about 30 feet and was pushing under the chin cup of her FFM to engage the nasal plugs to help with equalization. I slipped quietly into the water and thought how fortunate it was that the lights had been dimmed and that the wells shadow free lighting feature would help mask my approach from above though if she was listening for them and her ears were not blocked she could probably hear my bubbles. I was successful in trying a fast descent with little air in my buoyancy compensator so I watched what Mom was doing as I worked my mask to equalize the pressure. Fortunately I have dived the Neptune Space masks so much that I’m used to using the nasal plugs and I was fully equalized when I got to mom. By then she was at 50 feet and though she told her daughter that she wouldn’t kill Elke until she arrived she had already shut off the air in both Elke’s tanks and Elke was squirming trying to get lose which was futile. What I was hoping was than Mom didn’t destroy Elke’s mask but she pulled her dive knife from its sheath and grabbed Elke’s air hose. By then I was behind her and I was able to slit the bladder of her buoyancy compensator and she let go of the hose as she began to sink. She tried to turn toward me and I slashed through her glove and cut the tendons in the wrist of her knife hand and she dropped her knife. I turned off the air in her tank and when she reached back with her left hand to try and reach the valve to turn the air back on I broke her other wrist. Then still behind her I slashed the back of her masks head harness and it flooded while she tried to hold it on with her lower arm. By that time we were at 75 feet and dropping so I pulled off her fins and swam away from her then inflated my BC and began my ascent to where Elke was strapped to the wall. It had been less than a minute and a half since her air had been shut off and when I turned it on again I was relieved to see her take several deep breaths before settling down to a fast but regular respiration rate. Then I unfastened the Velcro cuffs she inflated her suit and we began our slow ascent to the surface. At 20 feet we stopped to let Elke decompress. We may not have needed to but I wasn’t going to chance it having just rescued her from certain suffocation. As we hung on the ascent line at 20 feet we looked down and saw that Mom was just completing her uncontrolled descent to the floor of the well at 210 feet. Her weight belt and tank pulled her on to her back where her corpse lay until Adolph himself went to retrieve the body. I thought he would wait until the next day but he brought her up as soon as he heard we had taken her daughter alive.

Unanswered questions: While Elke and I were decompressing I was wondering how the mother-daughter assassination team got into Adolph’s place. It’s not as though it’s a Super-Max, but it does take a 5 digit code on the outside doors and one of the Well-attendants is supposed to be watching the motion detector alarms and CCTV monitors. The common thread was that the WA on duty was a Brit-chick just like the pair of intruders, so that was a place to start. Elke was sore and exhausted so as soon as we determined that she wasn’t seriously injured she went to her room locked her door and went to bed. I woke Adolph and we looked for the WA who was supposed to be on duty and found her missing which wasn’t a surprise. Adolph said she was new and had been working for him for only a few weeks. We found her the next day. Her Toyota Prius had gone off the road and into a ravine at high speed. She was crushed when the car folded like an accordion around her. It looked to me as though she was speeding and her brakes failed.

Adolph’s Brit-toy: We had an opportunity to question the daughter after we found the WA Brit-chick dead in her Prius. It turned out that Elke remembered daughter as being involved in all sorts of questionable activities at school like selling narcotics and counterfeit contraceptives that didn’t protect the girls who used them. It was also true that she was a huge tease and would lure boys from nearby schools into compromising positions and photographed their erections with her in erotic lingerie and then blackmail them. Elke thought her Mom had sent her to the elite liberal school as an agent provocateur which sounded like a good analysis to me. So it was a surprise to find that daughter was a virgin! Adolph was very pleased to find that he would be able to deflower a young beautiful enemy who had a very complete hymen. But first he softened her up psychologically.

He tied daughter to a chair where she could watch as he brought out her mother’s corpse still in her three year old neoprene SinSkin, the one with the black Kevlar tooth crotch zipper. He had decided to leave her in her neoprene suit because the water pressure had crushed a lot of her tissues so the suit was needed to keep the body looking female. He pulled off her mom’s Predator FFM and exposed the soft pink lung tissue that was spilling from her open mouth and filled the oral nasal unit of hr mask. Daughter fainted. I used smelling salts (aromatic spirits of ammonia) to bring her around so she wouldn’t miss any of what Adolph was doing to her mom’s corpse. He Slipped an FC2 condom over a large dildo and forced it up the corpse’s anus then being careful to penetrate her inside the sheath he got off inside the corpse saying that her ass was still very tight! Daughter went wild screaming, crying and finally fainting.

Then it was daughters turn: I slipped a ball-gag into her mouth and tightened the harness so it was forced deep behind her teeth so she couldn’t scream. He opened the crotch zipper on her dive skin and made no attempt to slit her hymen to minimize her pain before he penetrated and tore her. H took her in missionary so he could watch her face as he hurt her. When he found he could hit her cervix he rammed it brutally and repeatedly so she was bleeding freely when he withdrew. Blood soaked them both and he even gave her an orgasm which she was mortified about afterward. Of course there was no possibility of letting her go as her mother had died in the assassination attempt on Elke. I helped strip her and her mom of their neoprene suits but neither of them were my size so I kept nothing as a memento. The suits are in good condition so Adolph is keeping them as suits for guests to wear. The next day we found the car they used, a ten year old Chevy, with their ID and street clothes. The car was driven over a cliff into a deep lake and Adolph has access to a wood chipper and quicklime pit so I left him to do what needed to be done.

Asphyxiation, heavy rubber and ‘dry’ dive-sex

An Ocean Reef Neptune Space Predator FFM

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

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

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

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

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

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

A reader: Yes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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