Rubberiest play with Morning Wood

Mind the gap! Relief zipper detail on a lactation training catsuit

The photo: A latex catsuit similar to the ones we use for training escorts to get used to the restrictive grip and heat while working (or playing depending on your point of view) in latex.  Jenna wore an identical front zipper suit when breast feeding her son and Marvin wants me to continue to breast feed him while wearing hers which like all her other clothes fits me perfectly.

I didn’t realize until several weeks ago when I was able to explore Jenna’s wardrobe in detail that she had a rubberiest side, something that Marvin didn’t mention until I found the latch to the hidden door to her rubber closet. I had suspected as much as I was able to smell the latex and latex polish, but only recently found the button for electric lock behind a book on the top shelf of a built-in bookcase on the same wall. And what a lovely collection of up-market pieces she had put together! He said he would have told me eventually and didn’t want me to think less of her for loving sex in latex. Why would I feel that way when I love sex while wearing latex? Marvin still has a lot to learn about me. The lavender (her favorite color) latex suit I now wear with Gepettos ballet boots or Jenna’s Bloch Alphas is the one in which she had the encounter from which she conceived.

Rubber clubbing with Marvin: When Marvin takes me to local fetish clubs we both wear catsuits, full face hoods and special ordered black nitrile exam gloves to hide our identities. Neither of us wants to be known to the public as kinky since he is a well known psychotherapist and I among other things teach in a girl’s school. So we use assumed names and credit cards with only number identity requiring retinal image verification. It’s not quite as much fun clubbing incased in latex in the summer in the desert though heavily chilled porticos help and one absolutely has to keep well hydrated.

The clubs smell of latex, latex polish, leather (ballet and platform boots) and sweat and sometimes pelvic secretions if ones sense of smell is keen enough. There are some things to watch out for if one is encased in latex and an important one is grease of any sort which can harden and destroy even the best chlorinated latex as well as latex cervical barriers if a partner inserts greasy fingers to caress your G-spot and gets chicken fat on your latex diaphragm. To protect customers latex wear from greasy bar foods boxes of Nitrile exam gloves are on every table and the bar in the best clubs so a girl doesn’t have her suit and/or her cervical protection ruined by a groping male with greasy fingers.

Ballet boot insemination: I love testing Marvin’s submissiveness. When we are in our favorite rubber club I will lay my riding crop on our table where other clubbers can see it as a sign that I’m accepting complements from admiring males. Once my crop is on display men come to our table to pay homage to my corseted latex sheathed body. When clubbing Marvin and I work out in advance how much interaction and of what sort I intend to have with other club members and I let him bask in the attention I get from other men, but I never allow penetration when I’m with Marvin. I think he ‘allows’ other men to interact with me as it feeds his ego as much or perhaps more than mine knowing he has taken me clubbing to show me off and he has access to my body which other men covet.

The guys who come to pay their respects usually ask for something basic like to kneel and ejaculate in the laces of my ballet boots - the lightly armored ones with the lace splitter heels and the spider filament laces - from my custom boot maker Gepetto. It’s amazing how men will humble themselves to kneel and ejaculate in the laces of a of a latex-fetish girl’s ballet boots. During that sort of encounter they seem unaware of other club members watching them spew seed into my laces while Marvin looks pleased with himself  knowing he will be deep inside me to splatter his semen against the stretchy translucent latex membrane of my diaphragm in a few hours time.

Latex and hydration: When I go clubbing in latex I always use a good silicone under-lube not only to ease getting in to the catsuit, but to lube the areas that would otherwise get chaffed; neck, breasts, armpits, elbows, wrists, groin, knees and ankles as sweat will wash away water based lubes. And because I sweat so much in latex unless I’m kept cool it drains out of the sleeves at my wrists and legs at the ankles which wet the inside of my ballet boots or pointe shoes. And since I’m lactating as well that adds to my tendency toward rapid dehydration so I am continuously drinking fluids, usually fruit juices or sports drinks to replenish my electrolytes and prevent leg cramps, which can be severe when you dehydrate while wearing ballet boots, especially if I have sex while encased in latex.

Pelvic grooming: Close pelvic grooming is vital for both men and women when wearing or playing with a woman wearing a catsuit with a relief zipper as getting pubic hair caught in the zipper can be painful, which is one reason why my wards and I all have totally waxed pubes and in my opinion men should wax their pubes too as getting beard burn on your mons pubis from a poorly groomed partner’s pubic or facial hair stubble is a huge turn-off. Buying a high quality chlorinated latex suit with a good jam-proof silicone tooth sipper is worth the extra money. If the zipper jams and can’t be closed girls can wrap a pareo around their hips and get away with it, but a guy just looks silly trying to cover his exposed package.

Ladies rooms: Ladies rooms in good rubber cubs will have mild scent-free soaps, tampons and breast and menstrual pads available as well as laces for ballet boots and sewing kits in case a ribbon comes loose from someone’s pointe-shoe.  It should also have an attendant with latex polish to wipe you down just before you go back into the public area to get admirer’s fingerprints off the latex covering your buttocks, breasts and groin.

Latex fetish - swallowing used condoms: Marvin surprised me recently by starting to ask to take me while wearing a micro-sheer latex condom during ballet sex, knowing that I will pull it off him or he would slip out of it - depending on your perspective. [My ability to pull condoms off my partners is a side effect of strength training with Ben Wa balls. For more about that see the section Ben Wa balls and condoms in my post for July 13, 2014.]

I asked why he wanted to stuff a condom up inside me and he said he wanted me to leave it marinating in my acidic vaginal secretions for 24 hours so that it would develop a very strong rubbery/fishy scent. Then he wanted to pull it out and swallow it. I said I could give him head not swallow then spit his load back into his mouth, but he wanted the rubbery taste and scent and said the transparent latex membrane would be quickly dissolved by his stomach acids.  I said he might choke, but he said he and Jenna had done it from time to time when it had come off inside her when he went limp after orgasm and he knew how to swallow the whole thing safely as long as we were using the Japanese super-sheers. Kissing him afterward I can taste the rubbery/fishy taste of my secretions.

Ballet Summer Intensive ending: Another successful BSI at St Lucy’s is over. Everyone wore their diving diaphragms to protect their upper reproductive tracts during dive-sex and none of the students have tested positive for hCG which would indicate any became preggers while here. The students have all made new friends and met a lot of very influential European men.

We did have two 19 y/o Towel Girls from Adolph’s intimate swim club, Splash, conceive, apparently from inattention to detail  – on antibiotics and not using a diaphragm or FemCap as back-up –  ahead of encounters during Adolph’s 4^th of July party when they were serving as hostesses.  Vacuum aspirations were quickly performed and they are now back at work serving dive-sex clients at Splash, but wearing FemCaps - with the removal straps trimmed off - while they continue to recover.    

Cunt Crushers: Winning fights in ballet boots

An inexpensive pair of patent leather ballet boots

The Photo: The patent ballets above have heels of the right height for standing and walking in, but the platforms can’t take much standing on before they begin to collapse especially if the woman weighs more than 100 lbs.  

Ballet boot fights: Occasionally ballet boot wearers will get into scuffles with each other while out clubbing and men love to watch because there is the possibility of serious injury which appeals to the sadistic and misogynistic tendencies in a lot of men who like watching women in ballet boots. When physical contact can’t be avoided the smart thing to do is to destroy an opponent’s ability to stand in her boots as quickly as possible w/o injury to yourself. Usually experienced BB wearers, women actually comfortable walking in them, will be wearing better quality boots and the better made they are the harder they are to destroy. If an opponent is wearing boots other than from Gepettos the easiest thing to do is attack the boots weakest point, where the heel is fastened to the boot.  Gepettos lightly armored boots with spider filament laces – more about the laces later - have no weak points when compared to commercially available boots so if both women are in Gepettos boots the woman with the most strength, stamina and skill will usually win. If at all possible it’s best to avoid fighting an adversary who is wearing a pair of Gepettos BBs unless you know you can win.

Heel breaker: A downward lateral blow to the top of the heel on a commercial ballet boot will often break off the heel ripping the nails or screws out of the heel causing it to come lose or fall off. The blow is easy for a trained dancer to perform with the working leg turned out at the hip so the heel of the working leg doesn’t hit the floor and ruin the accuracy and power of the blow.  If the heel breaker is done correctly and the opponent’s heel is trapped in a carpet or soft wood floor it might also break her ankle even if it doesn’t break the heel off her boot.  Breaking a heel or an opponent’s ankle will have her on her knees or back and is a lot safer that getting close enough to slit her laces where she can use her hands to pound your breasts or pull your hair.

Cunt crushers: A man watching two very experienced ballet boot wearers fight while in ballet boots called their boots ‘Cunt Crushers’ because of the way one was using her boots to attack her opponents pelvis. That slang for ballet boots seems to have been quickly accepted by the serious boot wearing community at least around here and in Gepettos training classes. While graphic the name hasn’t seemed to cause any prospective boot purchasers to take up wearing other fetish footwear.

Actually, a Cunt Crusher is a vicious blow delivered by the instep of a ballet boot that should actually be called a cunt scraper, but the alliteration was too good to pass up. So now the slang for any well made ballet heels is ‘cunt crushers’, especially when fought in. A cunt crusher blow is one where a fighter thrusts her booted instep covered with lacing hooks up into the gap between an opponents thighs and against her pelvis, then withdraws it quickly while maintaining the upward pressure. That causes the hooks on her boot to catch in the crotch of her opponents fishnets and rip it out, often along with bits of soft tissue from her labia. The cunt scraping move is a lot easer for an experienced dancer to perform than it is to describe because she has the ability to balance on both the platform and heel of the boot on her standing leg while she scrapes across her opponent’s vulva with the lace hooks on the boot during withdrawal of her working foot. As with breaking an opponent’s heel(s) it’s a fight ending maneuver, but far more brutal and far less used because it takes greater skill, strength and excellent balance than breaking off a heel.

A cunt crusher can also be far more dangerous to the woman who is the recipient of the blow. That’s because some boot brawlers sharpen the edges of their lacing hooks so when they perform a cunt crusher the sharpened hook edges will tear easily through an opponents fishnets rather than getting caught in the nylon webbing. However, there has been at least one fatality from a cunt crusher when sharpened hooks were twisted during withdrawal, when a recipient’s natural response is to clench her thighs, and it cut her femoral artery. She bled to death. Wearing a Penetrator plug under fishnets and hidden by the absorbent crotch gusset will protect the vulva, but is no defense against sharpened laces hooks that when twisted during withdrawal will slice into thighs and could cut a femoral artery.

When fighting in Gepettos fully hooked boots (the standard fastening arrangement which allows the fastest adjustment when donning boots) placing the instep hard against an opponents pelvis the first hook sets will rip out the crotch gusset and allow the lower sets of hooks to imbed in the delicate tissue of her opponents labia and clitoris to shred her vulva destroying her sexual identity as the boot is quickly withdrawn. A properly executed cunt crusher blow is psychologically  as well as physically devastating as it requires reconstruction of the shredded vulva and no women I know who have been the victims of a successful cunt crusher attack have ever worn ballet boots again even in the bedroom.

To try to avoid presenting an opening for an opponent to deliver a cunt crusher knowledgeable ballet boot wearer’s realize they are vulnerable when directly facing an opponent when fighting and close enough for an adversary to get her boot hooks against her vulva, which explains why women in cunt crushers, even when talking with friends, rarely face each other directly, but stand at an angle with a hip forward in a defensive stance. This stance is stressed in training classes, but also seems to occur naturally from the subconscious urge for self preservation.  

Spider filament laces: In an earlirer post I extolled the advantages of wearing titanium alloy laces in Gepettos ballet boots.  There was a down side as the laces were difficult to adjust and hard to clean. Jeff at Labia Labs has just produced synthetic spider silk that is wonderfully flexible and light while as strong as steel and when woven into boot laces can be as easily tied as typical cloth laces while being virtually impossible to cut, which could be a problem if the EMTs were trying to cut an injured fighter out of her boots, but otherwise a huge plus from a wear or fighting standpoint.  

So Bea, Cyndi, Yardley, Anya and I spent several hours yesterday afternoon replacing all the titanium laces in our ballet boots with spider filament laces. I know it’s probably my imagination, but the boots feel lighter and the laces are such a pleasure to tie. I experimented with a training dummy trying to use my lace slitter heels to cut the spider filament laces on its boots and couldn’t do it which was personally comforting; I just hope spider filament laces don’t become generally available. 

Adolph’s Halloween party: I was CD14 and ovulated on October 31^st and had an exhausting, but amazing time with several of my favorite men at his party. I had intended to write about the party today, but there were some complications, he seems to be missing at least two girls who disappeared during the festivities and says he’s not sure where they are. They are two lovely young Eastern European ballet dancers supposedly in the U.S. on green cards both of whom were working as dive assistants in his deep water training facility. There are rumors that both may be pregnant. Adolph has a long record of impregnating his women assistants so if true that wouldn’t be unusual.

A disquieting aspect of their disappearance is that he had the wood chipper going, running pigs through it to see the horror on guest’s faces as the gore spewed from the chipper, so it’s not entirely certain that one or both didn’t disappear that way, although he promised he wouldn’t do that again. The guests were standing in raincoats on the output side of the chipper watching the blood, shredded flesh and bits of bone splatter against a polyurethane tarp and slide into a large vat so I don’t think anyone would have known the difference if two 110 pound women went through the chipper with the noise it was making, unless some one was hit with scraps of a latex catsuit or possibly part of a diaphragm spring since both girls had Reflexions flat springs inserted for flood control as they were to perform a demonstration dive later in the evening. When they didn’t show up for their performance was when Adolph discovered they were missing. They are still being searched for.