Homeward bound, catsuit cautions

Transparent .3mm latex catsuit relief zipper detail

The photo: Girl-girl sex in .3mm transparent chlorinated latex catsuits during our flight on the way back to the U.S. While they look awesome on any woman with a descent figure there can be drawbacks to wearing latex especially if you are breastfeeding like I am or you don’t like the scent of estrogenic sweat, vaginal secretions and latex.  

Homeward bound: There were light rain showers when we took off from Inverness on Tuesday. The arctic air mass was still over the east coast of the U.S. but Dulles (IAD) was clear and we landed to deliver some priority government documents and top off our tanks before continuing on a bit further north as the jet stream was still way to the south and staying north of it cut our head winds considerably. There were significant commercial airline delays due to the bitter cold covering most of the U.S. but private flights were operating w/o delays. On the 7^th the afternoon temperature in Vegas was 58°so fortunately the arctic high has missed us at home. The entire flight was uneventful except for what went on in the cabin.

Sexual health: Before we went to Scotland for three weeks to celebrate the Winter Solstice, Christmas and Twelfth Night I took my wards; Bea, Willow and Odette and Odile as well as myself to our Gyn (Chris) to make certain we were all in the best possible sexual health given that we are normally so sexually active. Too, in the Highlands of Scotland while Chris and his Gyn supplies would be with us it would be very disrupting to have to take a patient to a major hospital.

So we all had full pelvic exams and STI panels and everything was fine! Everyone including me has had all their Gardasil shots and vaccinated against Pneumonia, Shingles and our annual flu shots. The girls had the placement of their GyneFix copper IUDs checked with ultrasounds and our cervices checked for dysplasia. The PAP test was particularly important to me because if my cervix wasn’t healthy I would have to stop wearing an Oves cap which screws down tight on it, and that would be traumatic for me as I’m psychologically attuned with having something tight sucking on my cervix protecting my uterus.

Too, knowing we were all sexually healthy and have had all our shots gave us confidence that with STI screened men (which they were) we should be safe from infections with the use of DiveGel+ for vaginal pH balancing to allow having frequent sex with about sixteen new men in that three week interval.  I was particularly pleased with the results of my pelvic as Chris took new measurements of my vaginal grip with the Peritron 9300 perineometer as well as checking the health and thickness of the rugae making up my vaginal lining.  Since I’ll be 43 next month I’m very sensitive to any signs of sexually aging like changes in duration of my cycle or menstrual flow or thinning of vaginal rugae or inability to lubricate naturally. I’m pleased that Chris said I have the vaginal lining of a nineteen year old and that when fully aroused my vagina is deeper by five mm than when we last measured it. That’s a bit of a problem since when not aroused I still take an 80mm traditional diaphragm which means that, especially when I’m entered from behind when aroused while wearing a 80mm Reflexions a partner is more likely to hit the rim, but since I only wear it when menstrual or as back-up flood insurance (over an Oves) while diving I should be ok.

Latex catsuit sex: Wearing a latex catsuit for a prolonged length of time like continuously for 24 hours takes some planning if the wearer is to be sexually active and have a healthy vagina. A sweaty vulva encased in a tight nonporous material like latex can quickly develop a bacterial overgrowth resulting in a yeast infection, YI. Here again DiveGel+ in 10ml prefilled disposable applicators, with its acidic pH is used as a vaginal pH balancer and is spread over the latex wearer’s labia and entrance to her urethra as well to minimize the likelihood of bladder infections. Also, being taken from behind where a partner isn’t continuously pressing on the urethral entrance reduces the likelihood of developing honeymoon cystitis.

Since I’m lactating and breast feeding my wards and male sexual partners when I can I have to be careful about leaking nipples (I wear Lilly Padz when not breast feeding) or spilled breast milk in a latex suit which if not quickly cleaned up can cause the suit to smell of rancid milk, a really stomach turning scent and even chlorinated latex can pick up that odor quickly, but that’s my problem as there are very few lactating women who enjoy being clad and having sex in latex as the compression of lactating breasts under tight latex can be painful.

Of course vaginal discharge and having a new catsuit with the relief zipper stained – even though it has a zipper tongue to prevent direct zipper track contact with the wearer’s labia - with discharge and smelling like a diaphragm that has been left inserted too long can be a turn off for a latex newbie too. But that rubbery stench is an acquired taste and a huge turn-on in rubberiest circles where experienced men prize the scent of rubber marinated in decaying vaginal discharge. The zipper stains can be removed with lemon juice, but latex catsuits are high maintenance clothing which is one of a thousand reasons why I’m glad to have Beth taking proper care of my costumes.

Latex encounters: I had been craving wearing a latex catsuit even before we went to Scotland and I’d packed my new .3mm transparent chlorinated latex twin zipper one from Labia Labs. There is a breast feeding zip that opens for breast access and the double pull one for back entry and relief access.  Willow was fitted at the same time with just the twin pull back entry/relief zip, and packed hers also so we buddied up on the way home for sweaty girl-girl latex sheathed sex with plugs, Hitachi wands and Pyrex dildos. When Willow wasn’t breast feeding we both wore M10 gasmasks to muffle our moans, mewing and screams as we took one another to orgasm multiple times before snuggling into each others arms and fell into sound post orgasmic sleep. Willow smelled wonderfully of latex, rubber polish, and estrogenic sweat, her last male lover’s residual semen still draining out and with my vaginal secretions including some of Jack’s liquefies semen on her fingers. It was a marvelous three hours and I’m so pleased she’s really into sex with me!

 

Ben Wa Balls and lactating

Jade Ben Wa Balls

The Ripple Grip and Ben Wa Balls: A primary training aid for strengthening, tightening and building stamina in the rings of muscles that are in the vaginal walls is a set of Ben Wa balls. My ballet dancers, escort trainees and my advanced sexual techniques students, which include all the ballet students at St Lucy’s, use Ben Wa balls. Typically they all start by using a loose (not connected) two ball set of ¾ inch stainless steel balls weighing 29g (about 1oz) each. A new girl just starting vaginal tightening/strengthening might use a set of 1 inch or perhaps even 1 3/8 inch balls of silicone coated Pyrex weighing about ½ oz each until her grip begins to tighten. The tighter the grip the smaller the balls as she builds strength to move them up and down her vaginal canal.

Once the student is able to grip the balls so they don’t drop out (and most young women who haven’t given birth can easily grip them) I have her learn to move the balls around. It’s like learning to skate or ride a bike with a bit of struggle to master the technique at first and then it seems like the most natural thing. At that point it’s just a matter of practicing continuously as the more adept and confident a girl is the better sex partner she will become. After she becomes proficient in moving the balls up and down her vaginal canal we concentrate on tightening her grip by moving to a set of ½ inch balls and practicing continuously moving the balls for as long as possible starting with one minute and building up to fifteen or twenty minutes over time. That sort of stamina is needed to ripple grip a man.

Ripple gripping: As returning readers know ripple gripping is tightening and releasing the vaginal muscles that surround the head of a partner’s penis so you milk his head while he is buried as deep as he can go inside you. Usually when a woman is ripple gripping a man he is squeezing her in his arms while trying to push himself so deep that it feels as though he’s crushing her mons pubis while he’s sweating and gasping as she manipulate his head with no noticeable external thrusting or other movement except the rippling of her six-pack, until she tips him over the edge into orgasm spewing his sperm filled molten pearl against her cervix. The woman who gives a man his first ripple grip orgasm has made a friend for life.

Ben Wa balls and IUDs: I know this is a repeat but I’ve had several more questions on this subject. It’s important because using Ben Wa Balls can compromise the effectiveness of many IUDs so here it is again. 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.

Underwater breast pump: Returning readers know that I’m lactating. When someone new finds I’m producing milk they ask if I’m pregnant or how my baby is, but I’ve never been pregnant, I had induced lactation. At first I was concerned that my milk might have been caused by a tumor on my pituitary gland but a CAT scan found that wasn’t the cause. It came from excessive breast manipulation when I had a boyfriend who was heavily into boobs, so even though as a dancer I have a Balanchine body and I’m small breasted he was always sucking on my nipples. Then during the off season of the ballet company I was dancing with I got a job as a model for a Canadian fetishwear company and the addition breast manipulation getting in and out of their latex catsuits was the final stimulation needed to bring in my milk. I found I really enjoy being milked so rather than suppress my milk I’ve used my milk to enhance the sexual encounters I have with my stallions.

There are some housekeeping issues when a rubber fetish woman is producing milk. Leaky nipples, the combined scent of warm milk and sweaty latex when a man is peeling me out of a latex body condom and the need for a thorough washing of rubber suits so they don’t smell of rancid milk, but these issues are offset by the fact that breast feeding releases oxytocin which arouses me very quickly so I’m open and drippy wet – though still very tight – when a breast feeding lover enters me. The eroticism of breast feeding is one of the reasons some women don’t want to give up feeding an infant. I hadn’t understood that until my milk came in so I could breast feed a lover before we have sex which enhances the encounter considerably for us both.

I’m working with Jeff’s labs and Gepetto’s latex shop to perfect a breast pump that I can use to express milk while I’m having dive-sex. I’ve found that because I pump twice or sometimes three times a day for about 45 minutes each I could be diving an additional 2+ hours if I could pump my breasts underwater. We are using mostly parts from existing pumps. The bits that need work for submerged pumping are the nipple shields that need to form a waterproof seal over the areola and nipples and the pump which Jeff is converting from electric to being powered by compressed gas, from a separate small tank in the pack that holds the pump. The hoses from the vacuum pump to the nipple shields and the nipple shields themselves tend to get in the way of a buoyancy compensator or wetsuit jacket so diving in warm water in just a bikini thong while pumping is the easiest wearing the pumping harness as something of a science-fiction looking bra with hoses coming off the nipples.

Snuff videos and heavy rubber

A multi-gas helmet worn with heavy rubber

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

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

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

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

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

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