Channeling Giulietta

The Venetian courtesan Giulietta aboard her Gondola

The Photo: The 24-year-old Parisian ballerina Ludmilla Tchérina costumed as the Venetian courtesan Giulietta, who stole Hoffmann’s soul in the 1951 film The Tales of Hoffmann.  

Channeling Giulietta: Returning readers will recall that in my post of September 29 entitled “Clinching the sale” over dinner Ron and I had discovered we were both Moira Shearer fans and talked about the films she was in. In addition to The Red Shoes we both loved the 1951 film The Tales of Hoffman in which she performed two roles; 1) as Stella a ballerina who (costumed as a praying mantis kills her partner) and; 2) Olympia (a doll that comes to life). We also agreed that another favorite - and to me a very empowering - character in the Hoffmann film was the role Ludmilla Tchérina performed as the Venetian courtesan Giulietta, who stole Hoffmann’s soul.  

So I was astounded when Ron gave me the most amazing compliment as he walked me to the car that would take me back to Blackthorn House. He called me Giulietta! I was very pleased and tried not to blush while thinking he was a lot more perceptive than I first thought! He continued to hold my hand after he helped me into the car and before releasing me he put my hand to his lips and kissed it! I gave him one of my most provocative smiles as he closed the door. I was delighted as I thought of the twenty-four hours we spent together, the intimacies we had shared and thought perhaps our encounter had put him in my thrall. But one can never be certain about these things so early in a relationship and with a man in such an exalted position one should proceed slowly if at all, certainly letting him make the first move if he is interested in a relationship. Sophie was still inside so didn’t see his kiss. I certainly don’t want to beguile him so thoroughly that I take him away from Sophie as he needs a young, lovely and accomplished partner who will give him children since the need to continue his line is a must.

Physically I’m not exactly like the Giulietta who stole Hoffman’s soul and turned it into an exquisite necklace. However, I do have a lovely figure with long shapely legs, high cheekbones and long hair. My hair is red not dark and I don’t often dress all in black as Giulietta does, but it suits her as black is suggestive of the black arts at which she is adept. As much as I admired Moira Shearer and Cyd Charisse for the most part I see them as “good girls.” However, when I go clubbing with girlfriends looking for an encounter I think of myself as channeling Giulietta (she of the feminine art of seduction and a distant relative of my Goddess Aphrodite) since she was a powerful enchantress who could steal a man’s soul by just looking at him. So when I’m dressing for a night of clubbing I insert one of my flat spring latex diaphragms with DiveGel+ (a lube, biocide and spermicide) in the dome to ensure I’ll be ready should an opportunity for an encounter with an ardent and marvelously hunky man appear.

Over the years as I became proficient and confident with my pelvic skills I developed the ability to quickly enthrall a man if I develop a physical interest in him as I can cloud a man’s mind if we lock gazes however briefly. I’m told my look suggests exquisite sexual pleasure in the male mind and I find considerable pleasure and power in clouding men’s minds that way. When I was younger I occasionally (unintentionally) put one of the less interesting men in my thrall enrapturing him with a psychological penis leash. Since I gained full control of my powers that hasn’t happened in a long time.    

Sophie and her slit-kit: As agreed, the next day Sophie came to Blackthorn House, my home on Eaton Square in Belgravia to discuss her training equipment. She is in a private car with smoked windows and comes through the Mews entrance into the rear court so she can’t be identified by people in Eaton Square since seeing her as a regular visitor could start rumors. I welcomed her to Blackthorn House and over tea I presented her with a slit kit that I give all my pelvic students and we went over the uses of the items. It contained:

• 2 flat spring latex diaphragms. One for use and one for backup.
• 1 22mm FemCap for flood insurance during shallow (less than 25 feet) dives.
• 5 10ml prefilled vaginal applicators of silicone based DiveGel+ to be used as a vaginal lube for ballet and dive-sex.
• 4 each of 4 sizes of ultra-sheer latex condoms if her partner askes to use one.
• 6 tampons in her size (Playtex Sport regular) in applicators used to absorb residual discharge after Kegeling coitial discharge if her costume is too revealing to wear a pad.
• 2 packets of hygienic hand wipes for menstrual and coitial discharge.
• 3 pairs of Nitrile exam gloves in case a man who has been eating hot wings with his fingers wants to give a pelvic exam w/o washing his hands.
• 20 25mg sildenafil citrate (Viagra the “Pfizer riser”) tablets. 50mg is the normal dose one hour before sex in case her partner(s) need a performance enhancer.
• 2 1.0-inch diameter sets of Ben Wa balls. One a solid borosilicate glass set weighs a total of 1.3 oz. while the second a solid surgical stainless steel set weighs a total of 4.3 oz. Both are used for vaginal muscle training.
• A place for her Sports Plug for which she had been fitted when she got her diaphragms at my Gyn clinic. The Sports Plug is used primarily to prevent vaginal penetration when being groped, while out with rich men. Like Donald Trump was talking about on the video recently introduced into the U.S. presidential race.

Latex catsuits: Sophie asked me about wearing latex other than her diaphragm, specifically latex catsuits as Ron had mentioned that he thought she would look stunning in one. She saw my latex closet when I was showing her around Blackthorn House and admired my collection. I certainly agree as she has a wonderfully toned athletic figure, a bit curvier than a Balanchine ballerina body, but she has kept in excellent shape by all the ballet training she takes. So we agreed that I would take her to my fave custom latex shop to be fitted for several catsuits if she meets the training schedule we agreed upon to prepare her for Pompoir.

At first I thought I had made a mistake in showing her some of my latex collection. However, rethinking the situation I’m glad she saw it as getting fitted for a latex catsuit is just the thing to increase her incentive – though I don’t think she needed it - to meet or better the schedule we set. When she is properly fitted for a latex catsuit I’ll have her take pointe class with me while we are wearing full latex. That is a huge stamina builder if you begin slowly and stay well hydrated with sports drinks that replace electrolytes as the sweat pours out of the wrist and ankle openings and soaks the pointes so that’s another reason to wear Gaynor pointes as they retain their shape and support when wet and sueded tips minimize the likelihood of slipping on sweat dampened Marley floors.

To be continued…   

Hurricane Matthew: For returning readers who recall that I have a winter get-away in the BVIs – unused in the past year because of the Zika virus - I’ll just mention that as of Monday October 11^th Virgin Gorda where I have a villa on Lost Cove was fortunate to have had Matthew pass to the south and west a few days ago so we avoided major damage from a very large storm. I feel so sorry for the people in Haiti and in the U.S. living on the southern east coast who got battered quite hard.

Clubbing supplies, Odalisques, first Rhiannon equine celebration

One of my Minaudières by Monique Lhuillier

The Photo: A Minaudière, a Monique Lhuillier evening handbag. “A rose gold-tone tassel and mirrored hardware add glittering appeal to this luxe mink Monique Lhuillier clutch. Zip closure. Leather interior. Fur: Natural Mink, from the United States. Weight: 11oz / 0.31kg. Made in Italy. Measurements Height: 3.25in / 8cm Length: 8.75in / 22.5cm Handle drop: 7in / 18cm.” Actually, this one is more practical for the theater than clubbing since the real mink can be stained by a spilled drink or splattered semen. Just saying…  I bought it at the Monique Lhuillier shop on East 71^st Street in NYC. Since the seller wasn’t supposed to ship it out of the U.S. because it was made with mink fur I had one of the flight attendants on Limnaea pick it up for me when they landed there a few weeks ago. Minaudière is pronounced mēnōdˈyer.

Clubbing supplies and equipment: When Clubbing I use the Minaudière I’m carrying (I have several of them) as a miniature slit-kit. I like to keep several disposable applicators of DiveGel+ (a lubricant spermicide/biocide), several latex condoms of various sizes, a spare Oves cap, two 25mg Viagra tablets, a tiny sewing kit to repair torn ribbons as I’m often in pointes, a credit card and £100 in cash in £5 and £10 notes for tipping and cabs. The Pfizer risers are for a partner who needs help focusing after the third time.

Odalisques; the pregnancies continue: Another, the third, of Nikolai’s small harem of dancers I have servicing him to keep him from becoming interested in some of the younger girls in the Corps while he is not at my side has tested positive for hCG. This one thinks she has a weight problem and w/o telling anyone began taking diet pills that sped up her metabolism. The progestin in her IUD that was supposed to suppress ovulation was being eliminated more quickly from her body leaving her IUD far less effective resulting in her pregnancy.  It’s not like she didn’t know. I warned her about the possible effect of diet pills on the efficacy of hormonal contraceptives before I introduced her to Nikolai. It is an inconvenient time for a dancer to be out as the holiday performance schedule is very heavy (not that it was in the least convenient for her either) but she will probably be out more than the standard ten days for recovery from a vacuum aspiration as she is having psychological issues with the termination. Fortunately I had another lovely young dancer as an Odalisque-in-waiting (who has a GyneFix copper IUD inserted) and introduced her to Nikolai while pregnancy #3 was being sucked out of Miss diet-pills.  

The initial Rhiannon equine celebration: Friday, December 18^th will be my initial celebration of Rhiannon’s Feastday as the Roman Goddess of horses. As I mentioned in a previous post Cambridge Christmas vacation extends from Monday December 14 (Last day of undergraduate and graduate classes) to Monday January 25, 2016 (when Undergraduate and graduate classes begin.) so Marvin, Morning Wood, will be available and is thrilled to be my partner for the ritual planting of seed. The celebration of her Feastday on the 18^th will be far more intimate than the equinox and solstice celebrations that occurred at Location Z.

It should be more like my offering of pomegranates to Aphrodite/Venus in her Roman era temple in the undercroft of Crag Abbey in the mountains overlooking Loch Ness with only myself and my partner as the celebrants. My Celtic expert, the Oxford Don, says this Celtic grotto temple of Rhiannon predates the Roman Aphrodite/Venus temple at Crag Abbey by hundreds of years.  This will be the first time Marvin has been involved in a Goddess celebration and in the foundation grotto under the east tower of Blackthorn castle we will be out of the elements with the torches providing enough heat to make things relatively comfortable when compared to the rain and icy winds of Location Z or on the fighting top of the East tower for the this years Winter Solstice.

Mellten: Mellten is a Welsh word for Lightning. In one of the legends surrounding Rhiannon she is being pursued while riding a horse which can’t be overtaken when she is riding it. So far I’ve found no source that names that horse. So, I’ve decided to rename a lovely young mare in the Blackthorn stables’ Mellten’ in honor of Rhiannon’s horse, until I can find the correct name if was ever set down. Mellten is extremely fast, sure footed, has been trained for fox hunting (actually drag hunting now) and seems very fond of me. When I’m astride her we are like a single entity jumping hedges, ditches and galloping flat out. It feels marvelous to have that much power between my legs and I always end our rides on an amazing high that is almost sexual in its intensity! Umm… well, it is sexual when I have a pair of Ben Wa balls inserted during my ride!

Fortunately I learned to ride when I lived in Southwest Virginia, rode some while in ballet school in upstate NY and rode a bit while in Vegas so it’s just getting used to it again. Being a dancer the balancing and use of my strong legs makes getting back in shape for riding relatively easy.

Riding the Dragon: Marvin and Bea – with a boyfriend - came down to London and on the 16^th rode up to Caersws with me, the Dryads, Bryony and Claire, and their current boyfriends for Rhiannon’s first celebration at Blackthorn Castle (on 18 December) in probably 800 years or more. A convoy of Land Rovers met us at the station for the ride to the castle. It’s always fun to have new riders aboard the Dragon as they think traveling in a private railroad car is the height of luxury. Of course it is, but once you get use to it you begin to take it for granted. The weather forecast for Llanidloes (the closest weather forecast to the castle) is for light rain and temps in the low 50s.  Fortunately on the 18^th Marvin and I will be inside.

Timing: We will be staying at the Castle until after the first of the year. I’m not yet sure if we will be staying for 12^th Night since I want to spend several weeks at my place on Lost Cove on Virgin Gorda. It will be my first major Holiday season as Baroness and I want to do things properly so my villagers won’t say that Edith, my predecessor, could have done it better. Of course Charles, my Chamberlain of the Household, is taking care of the details. All I need to do is pay for it and circulate among the guests. It is for the entire village and all the vendors who have the Barony’s warrant so it is a splendid opportunity to get to know everyone who has anything to do with the running and provisioning of the Barony. I am going to try to be on my best behavior as I will be fertile for the Solstice and ovulate on Christmas day. Isn’t that awesome! The Goddess is looking out for me! I’ll be CD21 and Luteal on New Years so I can take lovers on New Years with no contraceptive protection whatever so I can have live sperm in my tubes and be safe until after my period which should start on January 8^th.  

Planning for the Winter solstice: We will be celebrating at sunrise on Tuesday December 22^nd and I will have the Dryads; Bryony the daughter of Lord A**** and Claire her cousin, who are working on their PhD theses for doctorates in Clinical Psychology at University College London. As well as Bea, my ward who is a student at Cambridge and Willow, a ballerina who is the granddaughter of the Duke of M****, and is scheduled to dance Nutcracker performances at the ROH on the 18^th and 24^th so I’m sending The Dragon to pick her up at St Pancras so she can participate in the Winter Solstice celebration. Morning Wood will be my partner, though I’m not sure how he will do with sex on the top of the east tower in a cold rain at dawn. It’s not certain that it will rain then, but there is a very high probability. The other four men I need, one for each of the ladies at the cardinal points of the compass, have yet to be named. Tanaquil will probably send men from the POB which is in the middle of a six week run of La Bayadère at the Ballet Opéra Bastille. It is a ballet requiring a huge corps and few men so we should be able borrow four glorious young males for several days. They can take class daily with the women and all of us can have sexual workouts afterward. Tanaquil will ensure that the men all have had pneumonia vaccine (the women have already) so no one gets seriously ill from sex in an icy rain.

The 2015 Summer Solstice

Ullapool and Loch Broom looking North West.

The photo: A clear Summer day on Loch Broom with the village of Ullapool in the foreground. The mountains in the background to the west face the Minch and the Isle of Lewis, They are first to get a lot of the moisture coming off the water in the form of rain or snow and contain Location Z.

Contraception and performance meds for the Solstice:  All my wards have had frameless copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted so I’m the only one using a cervical barrier, a transparent silicone Oves cervical cap for other than dive-sex. While my wards are no longer in menstrual synchrony with me all of us are somewhere in our luteal interval so theoretically even with no effective method of birth control we should all be safe from becoming pregnant from our altar inseminations. Even so, it’s not a good idea for a woman to go unprotected during an encounter with a potent and unprotected man, which is why I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix. The ‘Altar Boys’ took a performance enhancing medication, Viagra or Cialis, as a precaution since performance anxiety and the cold can occasionally cause even the most amorous man’s penis to wilt. 

The Summer Solstice: We had convoyed up from His Grace’s hunting lodge to the staging area where the mess tent and dressing area are located arriving at midnight. Before dressing my wards and I as priestess of Aphrodite anointed our underarms, the inside of our thighs, behind our ears and the pulse points of our wrists with a spicy unguent the scent from which is designed to dramatically increase a man’s desire. Then we all met in the dining area where along with the men who would be our partners we consumed a full English breakfast during which they could smell the fragrant oil with which we had been anointed. After breakfast the women moved to the robing area to be helped into our full-length hooded shearling robes. I had again obtained a dispensation from the Goddess that permitted our wearing Gaynor pointes during our time on the altars while our partner’s inseminated us.  

As planned Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile took their respective places on the subtending altars at the celestial temple at Location Z along with me and our young male aristocrat partners to welcome the arrival of summer at sunrise a few minutes after 4:00 AM. At sunrise there was only a light breeze from the East and icily fog (the temperature was in the high 30s F) which made the sweet scent of the Gorse covering the area outside the ring of tone stones mixed with the earthy scent of burning peat just seem that much richer.

Returning readers will recall that at Location Z the North altar is close to the cliff edge due to the edge and the vertical tone stones there having long ago fallen into the valley hundreds of feet below, but Jack says the rock the altar and the remaining two fire pits are 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. Willow always has first choice for these celebrations since she is the granddaughter of His Grace so has precedence and as usual 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 Vernal Equinox; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one.

Odile is the risk taker and always wants the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away. The wind had been forecast to be from the west, but was from the East instead. Either way would have been ok (just so it wasn’t from the South) however the wind direction had been changing and I wasn’t going to lose a ward due to inattention to detail. So over her strenuous objections I had Odile and her solstice partner wear safety harnesses which was a first for our celebration at location Z.  Other than that there was no difference since being cold and rained on is what we have come to expect during the ritual planting of potent male seed.

The celebration ended as it always does with His Grace taking me after my younger aristocratic lover had inseminated me. I took him astride where I could give him pompoir w/o either of us working too hard. After I dismounted he helped me off the altar and escorted me back to the women’s dressing room tent where everyone else was waiting for us and I dried off and changed clothes. Then we all boarded the convoy of Land Rovers to return to the hunting lodge for the ceremonial burning of the celebrants fleece robes and the women’s pointe shoes before we all set out on the long drive back to Crag Abbey. We arrived in time for a delicious supper of roast salmon after the girls and I had wonderfully long hot soaks in tubs of scented water.

Marvin, Aphrodite and procreation: In his capacity as my psychoanalyst Marvin is helping me come to terms with the responsibility of being the Goddess Aphrodite’s Priestess charged with encouraging the consummation of physical love between men and women.  At first I felt overwhelmed by the responsibility, but he has been able to get me to relax and accept the role I have been given to train my wards and a few other close and physically gorgeous young women to encourage their friends to participate in sexual relations between consenting adults.  While our objective is primarily heterosexual couples in no way is that intended to slight Gay, Lesbian and Transgender couples who have their own vital and creative parts to play in society.

However, it is heterosexual couples on which the future of the human species depends so I have been tasked by the Goddess to stimulate the libidos of men and women with whom I come in contact with the aim of increasing the birth rate in stable relationships. Nothing in-your-face overt with lectures etc., just presenting young health men and women to each other in the most favorable settings for romance and procreation. Marvin thinks it is ironic that Aphrodite has tasked me with increasing procreation while I’m being so obsessive/compulsive about avoiding pregnancy myself by careful use of my favorite contraception method, which returning readers know is cervical barriers.

 

I’m often told during pillow talk how much a partner would like to find me pregnant from our encounter, which I think is probably a male potency fantasy as my married partners would almost certainly scramble to pay for the abortion. I see my effort to avoid pregnancy while being sexually active as a challenge to the men I’m intimate with increasing their interest in having unprotected sex with me which should carry over to their other sex partners.    

Construction plans and Ballet as therapy

The Cambrian Mountains Powys on a clear day

The Photo: On a clear day it’s said that looking west from the highest rooms in the castle the Irish Sea can be seen. We must be at least 50 miles due east of the coast so that seems a bit much, perhaps an apocryphal tale. I don’t think we have had what I would call a clear day in the three weeks I’ve been here and its rained at least half that time. The moisture coming off the Irish Sea is released over these mountains and they are wonderfully green. The weather here so far reminds me a lot of when I was in San Francisco (Oakland) where the weather was cool and wet even in the summer.  At least we shouldn’t have any dust storms as we did in Vegas when the winds were up.

My wards depart: On Saturday the 17^th Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile in the care of my BFF Anya left from Gatwick Airport 30 miles south of London aboard Limnaea II, my G650, for Las Vegas and returned to school on the 20^th.  Since Anya is a Dominatrix and is in a relationship with the Swan Twins father she will keep them all safe until they can return for spring break (March 30-April 4, Monday-Saturday) and then at the end of the semester they will move permanently here for school in the UK for the Fall semester.  

Limnaea II in the UK: I think I will reposition Limnaea II with Gatwick as home base since it is close to London, and has rail access so I can take The Dragon to within five minutes of the terminal. I looked at the airport at Liverpool, but while closer to the castle it isn’t centrally located and we will be coming in to London frequently.  With Limnaea II at Gatwick Fiona, Jack’s sister who works for HM Government can travel back and forth to the U.S. when on embassy business and the courier service is going that way.

A new ballet studio: I’m converting the largest drawing room at the castle to a modern ballet studio. It is in the new part of the building with wonderfully large windows looking out over the mountains. I’m not going to destroy any of the marvelous 16^th C paneling. I’m having a fully sprung floor with a Marley surface laid over the present one and new walls to hang the mirrors on built four feet off the existing interior walls – which is why I chose the largest of the drawing rooms -  and it will still be a wonderfully large studio. The room behind the mirrors will give me room to watch the classes w/o being observed and a place to position HD cams at waist level.  The work is being done by the same company that upgraded the studios at White Lodge. I hope to have the new studio ready by May or before in time for a highly selective ballet summer intensive.

A new dive facility: I’m having a dive facility built that will be better than my 64 ft deep one at my former home in Nevada. This one will have two depths; one 64 ft. and the other 136 ft both 25 feet in diameter and within the same concrete silo.

At a depth of 34 ft. (10.4 m) of freshwater, the sum of atmospheric (14.7 psi) at sea level and hydrostatic pressures equal 29.4 lbs. at 68 feet the pressure will be 44.1 psi, at 102 feet the pressure will be 58.8 psi and at 136 ft. the pressure will be 73.5 psi or a hydrostatic pressure of five atmospheres. It will have the capability of surface supplying four divers simultaneously at the bottom of the 136 ft portion and have Nitrox and Trimix capability as well as refilling standard gas cylinders.

The dive facility will be buried beneath the ground on the opposite side of the castle from the stream, a tributary of the Severn, and will be reached by a passageway and dressing rooms off the castle cellars. Water for it will come from the stream and be heated by an extension off the hot water radiator system - on a different heating zone - from the biomass boiler. I’m hoping to have it also completed by summer. The surveyors arrived this past Wednesday and are drilling to test the underlying rock.^. A plan I had for a similar facility in Nevada is to be used and modified as needed depending on the foundation required. Fortunately for me construction jobs are needed in this area so work can begin as soon as the plans are approved.

Ballet as therapy: Rodger, Marvin’s patient coming for a week of therapy arrived this past Monday so there are three of us with Maya the Mariinsky dancer who is recovering from a termination. Roger is being worked intensively with Maya and me taking turns drilling him and partnering him for class and I’m having sex with him a time or two during the day and sleeping with him. He is suffering from depression and ED so is on Viagra and still has difficulty ejaculating which Marvin says is psychological. He is long enough to thrust into my anterior fornix and with me wearing a latex flat spring diaphragm he gets the benefit of the dome logo stimulator caressing his glans to get him to shoot his load.

I’m CD 14 and fertile and ovulated today which is why I’m wearing one of my latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragms. It’s a ‘death rubber’ which I harvested from an Escort in Vegas who died during a dive-sex encounter. Wearing it I have the benefit of the previous owner’s Chi as well as the security of the flat spring rim which is nearly impossible to under-thrust so I should be well protected from pregnancy with acidic DiveGel+ in the dome.

Maya is anxious to participate in Roger’s sexual rehabilitation encounter therapy as well as helping him with his technique in the studio, but she has been told to avoid penile-vaginal intercourse for another four days while her uterus continues to recover from the vacuum aspiration. Given the gradual progress Rodger is making he will almost certainly be here another week so Maya will probably get a chance for ballet-sex with him.

Having told her that she has switched to Gaynor Minden pointes and is  working to increase the interval that she can stand continuously en pointe since she will need to be on her toes for perhaps 20 minutes or more. She bought her GM pointes from a Dancia International shop in London, the one at 168 Drury Lane. They sent out a fitter in a van and she bought three pairs of hard shanked shoes in her size to play in.

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.

 

Seminar side effects, Emma is pregnant

‘Ankle bondage’ foreplay, teasing Morning Wood

The Photo: Teasing Marvin before an early morning encounter after dressing in Jenna’s tights and my Gaynor Minden pointes. He loves watching me bind my feet into my shoes with the ribbons. He calls it ‘ankle bondage’. When I sleep over I dress in Jenna’s convertible foot tights over a thong back leo for class. Jenna danced for the San Francisco Ballet and the women of SFB dress conservatively for class with full bottom leos over tights rather than the Vegas way with thong-back leos under tights for bathroom breaks and quick access for assignations.

As Jenna I’m slowly accustoming him to my way of dressing and since it’s ‘Jenna’ who is making the changes as long as they are slow and he can think of them as sensual he’s quite willing to go along with what she wants or likes. Today I’m CD20 and luteal with a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm inserted for contraception and flood insurance since I demonstrated Dive-sex for my Advanced Sexual Techniques class at St Lucy’s earlier in the day.

Pregnancy tests: Since my girls Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile and I all got our periods there was almost no chance that any of us could have become preggers from our multiple encounters with unprotected men during the cervical barrier seminar we participated in at Crag Abbey over the UNLV Spring Break. Never-the-less the protocol is to test each week and we have all repeatedly tested negative for hCG since then.   

However, Emma, the young wife of a Gyn participating in the seminar, who also participated in the round-robin sexual encounters, emailed me that she tested positive. She hasn’t told her husband yet and it may be his as she was fertile like the rest of us, but was unprotected except by the diaphragm or FemCap and spermicide she wore. And, in the evenings she had unprotected sex with her husband so the child is probably his. Not that the Reflexions and FemCap she used during sex with other seminar participants couldn’t have leaked, but both the FemCap and Reflexions fit her very well and developed strong suction in their domes so it is unlikely.

She said DH had wanted a baby and so they had been TTC for some time so the excitement of the seminar and different partners was probably the stimulation they needed. But to me she didn’t sound all that pleased so I wouldn’t be surprised if she miscarried as so often happens during the first trimester. She didn’t seem the maternal sort and seemed to crave the excitement of sex with different men. She actually glowed after her sexual encounters with the other Gyns in the seminar. I understand the thrill she felt as I’m that way myself.

Morning Wood:  On mornings when I have slept over I Kegel out any of Marvin’s remaining spend from the previous evening and empty and wash the Reflexions and reinsert it with DiveGel+ spermicide in the dome. I dress in Jenna’s things as that turns him on and saves me time not having to change clothes again before work.  Sometimes I’ll put on one of her full bottom leos over tights knowing that he loves stripping it off me. Then he takes me on my back with my tights down around my ankles bent in a hairpin with my feet on either side of my head so he can smell my shoes while he’s thrusting deep into my anterior fornix taking me high and hard. He gives me my pleasure first then spews in me and after he withdraws he licks my waxed vulva clean before I insert a sports plug to block any coital discharge I haven’t Kegeled into his mouth while I suck our secretions off his erection then get quickly to the bidet to Kegel out the rest of his semen before it liquefies. I clean up, reinsert the sports plug, put on my face, grab my dance bag and kiss him goodbye and Jenna leaves for work taking the town car the casino sends to pick me up.  It’s a marvelous way to start a day! After class I change clothes carefully setting Jenna’s things aside so I can return them to Marvin for him to wash as he did when she was alive.

Topical testosterone dangers:  Among the escort candidates our medical staff has begun allowing the use of topical Testosterone products like Axiron and AndroGel, but primarily Axiron. This has complicated their training to an extent as their female trainers have to know who is using topical-T and be sure to avoid the areas (shoulders and under arms) on the men where topical-T has been applied.  Actually what we do is get printouts of the men on topical-T  and have the guy shower where we can watch and make sure he washes the area where he applied the testosterone product.  But some guys on Axiron do raise wood quicker and for longer too, than some of the other trainees. They aren’t necessarily better with their technique but they are really hard!

Topical-T is also becoming a problem in mini-clubs at Naughty Pleasures where men can at times go shirtless like the Boot-Bar and Toe-tape.  So now the bouncers route men to a health-care worker while the women have their bags scanned to swab the men’s shoulders and under-arms and test for topical-T at the door. If a male guest has it on his skin he has to wear a shirt and a different colored bracelet. Side effects for women who are exposed to topical-T are: Increased clitoris growth, breast growth, increased acne and facial hair growth among other things. It’s something that we really don’t want nubile teen girls and up-market escorts exposed to.

The chatelaine: Anya is here for a while so she is staying at my place and watches over my girls when I’m sleeping over with Morning Wood. She isn’t really a chaperone other than checking the STI certificates of their sex partners to ensure that they are clean and are members of our current class of escort trainees and that everyone eats properly and gets to school on time. With the girls working as assistant training staff for the male escort candidates they usually come home to sleep unaccompanied as the trainees give them a very good time for the three hours they were being taken high and hard. The release of multiple orgasms is so relaxing that the girls have no trouble going immediately to sleep after evening sessions.

If the girls sessions with their escort trainee partners have been scheduled for the afternoons then after showering and supper Anya has been taking them out clubbing accompanying them to Toe-tape the new pointe shoe mini-club within Naughty Pleasures to broaden their experience with screened ordinary men known to have pointe shoe fetishes. It gives my girls a chance for comparison and to appreciate how lucky they are to be routinely having sex with well hung expert swordsmen after a few encounters with ordinary males… if a man with a raging pointe show fetish can be considered ordinary. Some of the men who frequent Toe-tape are quite proficient with their equipment and all of them shoot live loads and are taken unprotected so it’s not as though there isn’t a hint of danger for the girls since no method of contraception is 100% effective.

In my absence Anya is also chatelaine, and keeper of the keys to the contraceptives and antibiotics cabinet at my place where we also have Viagra, Cialis and doses of EC, Plan B One-Step, ella and the abortion drug Mifeprex if needed. Since my girls all have copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted there is very little chance that any of them will become preggers, but some of their school friends spending the weekend have tested positive or had a condom slip off or burst and had to use hormones to take care of the problem.

 

Suicide sex

A handmaiden tending her temple

Suicide sex:  Can a woman kill a man just with her vaginal muscles or mind-fuck him into suicide? Absolutely, but only under certain conditions! I’ve seen depressed women commit suicide by intentionally going too deep in a training pool get nitrogen narcosis then remove the reg from their mouths and try and breathe water. The two I’ve watched didn’t even try to surface, just spasmed vomited and stopped moving and immediately sank to the bottom of the pool.

The men were a bit different as two knew that they had heart conditions and still couldn’t stay away from the women who were their obsessions. There has also been one who had a heart condition for which he was taking nitrates and he intentionally took a large dose of Viagra. He was with me when he unbeknownst to me took the Viagra and a few minutes after he penetrated me in missionary his blood pressure dropped so low he stopped breathing just after he came in me and told me how tight and what I great fuck I was. His fifth ejaculatory thrust seemed to tip him over the edge. He gasped, “Oh God!” his eyes got real wide and he collapsed on top of me.

Brad, my current psychoanalyst, has been emailing me several times a day since we’ve been in Scotland wanting to know when I will be home to recreate the Jenna fantasy for him. When we agreed to work together I had no idea he would become so fixated on having sex during his fantasy with me dressed in his dead wife Jenna’s ballet practice clothes, shoes and her 70mm Milex wide seal Omniflex contraceptive diaphragm. I think if we keep on with the intensity and duration of the encounters he is having with me as Jenna he will almost certainly kill himself as some part of his body will fail catastrophically. I think it’s my duty to help him by providing extremely intense fantasy sex so he can be united with Jenna as soon as possible and be at peace.

Paraphilias: While thinking about Brad and his need to fantasize about having sex with his dead wife I came across an interesting article about paraphilias, problems with controlling impulses that are characterized by recurrent and intense sexual fantasies, The article can be found Article It’s interesting to see in print a list of some of the sexual fantasies our escorts are trained deal with in order to serve those with a paraphilia fulfill their sexual needs.

MH 370 and my G650: Several readers have asked what I think about the disappearance of Malaysian Airways flight MH 370, the Boeing 777, which disappeared with two hundred and thirty-nine people on board two weeks ago. As of today, Saturday March 23, 2014, searchers haven’t found a trace of it. I have no idea what happened. However, I do think the Malaysian government handled the first week of the search very, very poorly. Unlike the Malaysian airline I haven’t skimped on maintenance computer programs for Limnaea II that link to satellites every few minutes so if (Goddess forbid) something happens while we are in the air everyone who should know will know what the problem was and where we went down. I just love the ‘new car’ smell of the leather seats and everything is so shiny and new, not that my 550 was shabby in any way.

Aphrodite’s temple and Jack: Since the equinox I have been spending evenings with Jack in Aphrodite’s temple behind the chapel in the undercroft of Crag Abbey. The enclosed space has the scent of ripe pomegranates and beeswax from blessed beeswax candles which provide the only illumination. I’ve been praying to Aphrodite and making offerings of her favorite fruit, Pomegranates; with the hope that she felt that my solution to Brad’s deep depression and his Jenna fantasy was acceptable. He has tried psychotherapy and anti-depression drugs that make him listless and kill his libido so he stopped them as he craves being with Jenna, when I dress in her things for him.

Nothing has worked to break his sex-with-his-dead-wife fantasy. If anything some therapy sessions seem to make him worse until he can be with me, so I anticipate a marathon of very strenuous, very intense sex when I see him next.  I think Brad needs release and I think by increasing the intensity of our encounters I can bring him peace more quickly.

We were all fertile for the equinox celebration on the 20^th and I ovulated today so there is a slim chance that Jack might impregnate me as I only have the Oves screwed down on my ripe cervix. But it has never failed me in the ten plus years I’ve been using Oves so there is no reason to think it will fail now. Jack has been so sweet to hold me and take me slowly and gently in missionary as I lay flat across the mosaic of the Venus-Aphrodite image giving me wave after wave of delightfully gentle orgasms so I’m kept blissed out before he gives me one strong one that gets him off as well.. It’s only then when my primary lover is filling me with thick hot cream containing millions of his sperm that I feel closest to my Goddess and blissfully content.

 

Cervical barriers and BDSM

Reflexions flat spring latex diaphragm preferred by dive-sex professionals

Premature ejaculation in the fetish world: I’m working with my psychiatrist who is treating several of his patients for premature ejaculation. Premature ejaculation (PE) in the vanilla world is annoying and embarrassing to men and frustrating to their women partners during recreational sex, but it doesn’t affect their fertility. If he is erect and can get it in before getting off he’s a success at procreational sex. In the fetish world where Viagra, Cialis and Lavitra are consumed like breath mints by males of all ages the inability to control the ejaculation reflex and retain an erection for extended intervals, even with a cock ring, can be a psychologically crippling condition and will affect a man’s standing with women while competing for the most desirable females.

Rather than medicate them with anti-depressants which make it more time consuming for some men to reach orgasm my psychiatrist is trying to have these patients become so used to visual erotic stimuli - in the form of a rubber-girl masturbating - that they can begin to regain control of their ejaculations. I wear a black latex catsuit with a hood that hides my features so I can’t be identified, ballet boots and special black latex exam gloves. I speak very little during a 25 minute session with each patient though I do gasp, mew, moan, whimper and occasionally scream while using my fingers or a dildo to give myself orgasms. The object for the patient is to be able to go the full 25 minutes w/o ejaculating while he watches me masturbate to multiple orgasms.

I wear an Oves cap (my secret) and then ‘double bag’ for safety (in case I’m overpowered during the session and the patient pulls my diaphragm out – see ‘BDSM and cervical barriers’ below) while letting the patient watch me insert a Reflexions (latex) diaphragm in case the patient loses control and mounts, penetrates and ejaculates inside me. In which case we begin again and a second occurrence of that behavior and the Doctor bills the patient $500 for each time I’m mounted. Having a guy drop $1,000 in less than 25 minutes usually focuses a patients mind. All sessions are videoed so there are no billing disputes. For my own safety I insist that all the patients I perform ‘erotic therapy’ with have been recently tested for STIs and are clean before I begin treatment since, as I mentioned, it is not unknown for men to lose control and mount their erotic therapist though it’s far more common to get splattered with semen, especially during the early sessions of a patients treatment.

One reason I wear black latex is that fresh milky white semen splatters show up well on a black background for the video. I wear a splatter mask, a pair of oversized contact lenses, to minimize the chances of getting semen in my eyes (it burns) since some patients have amazing force behind the first three or four ejaculations of semen. I’ve treated four patients so far and three have shown substantial increases in ejaculatory control by being able to go the entire 25 minute session w/o spilling seed after only 5 treatments each.

Many of these patients have wives and young children and had begun experimenting with fetishes to try and correct their inability to perform sexually at the level their wives require, so in addition to our therapy sessions I try to help the patients with tips about what to do to improve their standing at home. At the end of a successful session I allow the patient to mount and get off inside me (a non billable orgasm for the patient) or if he insists I’ll blow him. But then I give him a deep kiss and spit his semen back into his mouth and force him to swallow it. After that I’m not asked for any more blow jobs by that patient. I prefer to be mounted since I enjoy being able to have that much control over a partner and love having a man’s semen draining into my thong. I also like being able to release the patient’s tension after a difficult 25 minutes and taking him for my own pleasure gives me a feeling of accomplishment as well as feeling sated and confident after mutually orgasmic sex.

Cervical barriers and BDSM: A group of young Rubber Sluts (a rank in the local BDSM community that has nothing to do with a woman’s moral character) have asked me to give several seminars on the advantages and disadvantages of using a cervical barrier in the BDSM community. Almost everyone involved in dive-sex out here knows by now that wearing a gas guard during dive-sex is important for a woman’s safety but the choice of which barrier to use and the benefits and drawbacks of diaphragm vs. cap is not always clear. They felt the need for the class became obvious after there were several incidents involving local women in BDSM clubs that put women’s lives at risk. I offered to hold the classes for their entire club membership, but they wanted a private meeting rather than having their Masters or Doms present so they could ask as many personal questions as possible w/o feeling controlled by males.

Reflexions diaphragm: FemCaps and Reflexions flat spring diaphragms are the barriers of choice with the Reflexions far more often used because it is capable of providing a better fit, is less likely to be uncomfortable for a male partner regardless of his size, is nearly impossible for a male partner to under-thrust the rim, can being worn for protection at any time in a woman’s cycle and – unlike most silicone barriers - can be used safely with silicone intimate lubes (like DiveGel) during dive-sex. And the latex dome is stretchier and transmits heat better than silicone so it is almost like skin-on-skin contact. The only possible down-side to wearing the Reflexions is if the woman has a latex allergy. Latex cervical barriers are more easily damaged by oily meds and lubes than are silicone ones, but with proper care a latex diaphragm should last a year or perhaps two even in frequent use. Other diaphragms made of silicone like the Ortho All-Flex and Milex Arcing spring and Omniflex are more easily under-thrust and can be destroyed not only by oily meds and lubes, but also by silicone lubes used with them and silicone lubes are an important part of dive-sex safety.

FemCap: The FemCap is far less effective than a diaphragm as a contraceptive device primarily because of the small number of sizes available (three) which means that fewer women using it can get a really good fit. And the removal strap can often hurt a partner especially in positions where deep thrusting occurs. However, in the BDSM community the FemCap is very dangerous because it can be so easily misused; pulled out of the woman’s vagina before penetration and either used as a butt plug where the diameter of the cap with the man in her vagina gives her the discomfort of double penetration and the possibility of having to go to an ER to have it removed if her Dom/Master hadn’t tied a cord to the removal strap so he could retrieve it.

However, far worse from a safety standpoint, is to have the FemCap stuffed in her mouth as a gag. And I don’t mean from the bitter chemical taste of spermicide. Using FemCap as a gag is extremely dangerous and has resulted in brain damage from asphyxia when the cap was shoved too far down the woman’s throat and blocked her airway and the Dom/Master hadn’t pulled it out in time with a cord tied to the removal strap. If the removal strap is cut off there is nowhere to attach the cord and a strapless FemCap shoved down a woman’s throat will almost certainly lead to her suffocation. I recommend that FemCap not be worn by women in a BDSM relationship because of the possibility of and danger associated with its misuse. A latex Reflexions diaphragm is far safer and more effective device for dive-sex and is less likely to be misused by the wearer’s partner. To the extent that the Dom/Masters are predisposed to latex over silicone I try to steer the Rubber-Sluts toward using the Reflexions diaphragm for protection during dive sex and for other more vanilla uses in their lives.

Dive-sex with Daddy

Sildenafil citrate the Pfizer Riser

Anya’s father’s stamina: Anya’s dad said he had a wonderful time with me on Fathers Day. He loves a struggle to see who can last the longest though we all know that unless a woman is injured she can outlast a man any day. At the end after he had taken me 4 times in an hour and a half I pretended I was exhausted because I could feel him beginning to fade and we enjoyed the afterglow snuggled together and slept for an hour then showered and had a light dinner. Afterward we watched Ironman 2 while we digested the meal and planned our dive-sex encounter. He said he was going to wear a cock ring and take 50 mg of Viagra (Sildenafil citrate) so when we went to the bottom of the pit, my 65 ft deep pool, he would be back to his physical peak as far as his erection was concerned. The Viagra worked quickly and he was ready again in a lot less than the 30 minutes the Viagra patient information leaflet says.

Dive-sex with daddy: For dive-sex I wore a pair of Gepetto’s new underwater bondage boots (UBBs) that are weighted to hold the wearer on the bottom of whatever body of water she is diving. [There is more about these new diving bondage boots later in this entry.] He had seen them in my dive equipment room and became fully aroused almost the moment he saw them so he was delighted when I asked if he would like me to wear them during our dive encounter. We each wore a single 130 cu ft tank and Ocean Reef Raptor FFMs (the black ones) and breathed Nitrox II (36% oxygen) to lessen the chance of decompression sickness. He wanted to ‘help’ protect me by inserting my gas guard for me, a flat spring latex Reflexions diaphragm and I let him. He was not used to the very stiff spring in the rim – his wife wears an All-Flex as a gas guard in their hot tub - and it took several tries before he was comfortable with his grip so that he could spread my labia and, while holding the rim compressed into a long oval, insert the gas guard, gently pushing the rim along the back wall of my vagina until it was behind my cervix, then tucking the anterior rim up into the notch behind my pubic bone. I checked before he started that his fingernails were short and smooth so he wouldn’t accidentally puncture or tear the stretchy latex dome of my protective rubber wall and I checked afterward to make certain that he had positioned the diaphragm correctly so my cervix was protected. “Trust but verify” as one of our presidents used to say.

Tunneling: I was CD17 and luteal on Fathers Day. So there was no real concern about my becoming preggers, because I had ovulated three days earlier, but a torn or punctured gas guard would have left me exposed to the possibility of an embolism if the hydraulics of his thrusting forced an air bubble into my uterus. So, just in case, I was wearing an Oves cap sucking on my cervix (which I never told him about) so I was double bagged for our dive encounter, in case he thrust into me at such an acute angle that he was able to break the seal and get his tip under the rim of my gas guard and shoot his wad directly against my cervix. Wearing an Oves under the Reflexions I didn’t have to pay attention to which way he was thrusting, I could just enjoy his body working inside mine as much he was enjoying drilling me. “Tunneling” - acute angle thrusting allowing penetration of the penis under the rim of a properly fitted gas guard - is rare, but it can happen if the woman tents a great deal. And, she is at greatest risk of having tunneling occur when she is penetrated from behind while on all fours or standing with her hands on her knees so that gravity pulls her uterus further back and down deepening her vagina and pulling the anterior rim of her gas guard further out of her pubic notch.

The dive: To add a bit of spice and mystery I wore one of my Casinos signature canary yellow string-tie thong bikinis. I think it’s far more fun when I wear a bit of clothing however small for my men to remove which keeps their imaginations active. And I wore a BCD with an integrated weight system, but wearing my UBBs I removed most of the weight packs since each boot weighs 13 lbs. He was fascinated to watch me put on my dive boots wearing nylon calf length hose to ease getting them on and off and minimize the likelihood of rubbing blisters on my toes. I had already adjusted the laces so it was a matter of seating my toes in the blocks and then letting him zip them up. He wanted to fasten the shaft locks so when he locked me in my boots I had 26 pounds of lead on my feet that I couldn’t get off w/o a key. As we descended he seemed spellbound watching the air bubbles rise from around my calves as the water filled my boots and pushed out the trapped air. I thought there was going to be a problem with him equalizing the pressure in his ears and sinuses as we descended, but after a try or two he got the hang of pushing on the mask to operate the equalization system and when we got to the bottom he was comfortable and alert with no sign of nitrogen narcosis. I didn’t think there would be a problem, but I’d never dived with him at a depth past 20 feet so I couldn’t be certain.

On the bottom I enjoyed the relative freedom wearing the bondage pointe boots gave me so I wasn’t held in place by ankle leashes and could move around and even do flips though with that much weight on my feet that took planning and effort. Then I slipped his package out of the cup of his navy blue Speedo slingshot. I had to be careful because he was already erect from watching my boots outgas during our descent and I helped him get his cock ring in place. A nice thing about him having waxed pubes is that it made getting a cock ring onto him a lot simpler because I didn’t have to be careful not to get his hair tangled and pulled which I imagine can be a distraction. I had already inserted a 10 ml applicator of DiveGel before we began our descent so I was ready to rock and roll.

Penetration: After I spread my labia and helped him insert himself I let him set the pace and it seemed that with the Viagra and the cock ring he was as hard as I’d ever seen him He took me three times while we were on the bottom. The first two were in modified missionary with me straddling his hips and by the time he finished the second I could see by his bubbles that he was beginning to tire. For our last time I had him penetrate me from behind where I could take him deeper inside me. Even though I was working with the rim of my gas guard hampering the contractions of my vaginal muscles I ripple gripped him to make sure he had a wonderful final dive orgasm. I could tell from his moans and the strength of his grip on my hips as he held himself buried as deep in me as he could get that when he spewed it was going to be the most violent orgasm he had had with me so I checked the area to make sure that when he bucked he wouldn’t throw us into a wall. We were mid pool and relatively safe so I continued my ripple grip and when he shot off he threw us over backwards. With his death grip on my hips he was still locked inside me and trying to go deeper. I thought as we somersaulted we might land on his back, but I managed to stroke for a bit of height that allowed us to complete a 360° flip and I managed to land on the platforms of my boots and only have to take a tiny step back with one foot to stabilize us on the bottom again and after a few more gentle thrusts into me it was over and he withdrew. I checked my air and it was about half gone but his was three-quarters gone so we had no time to linger on the bottom for him to enjoy the afterglow. It was a good thing we stopped when we did because he was a lot more tired than he first seemed. He slept most of the next day and he is fine now, but I think perhaps the last time or two might have been pushing it and if we have another encounter I’m not going to push him as hard. Too much of a good thing can be dangerous.

Underwater Bondage boots and shaft locks: As I mentioned earlier in this post, Gepetto has designed a new version of his rubber Dive-Boots, which are ballet boots with neutral buoyancy. All Gepetto’s pointe boots have shaft locks as an option so the wearer can be locked in her boots and her Dom or boyfriend can keep the key so she is unable to get them off w/o his permission. His new underwater bondage boots are dive-boots with lead weights fitted under the soles and platforms to hold the wearer underwater. She can wear a BCD with enough lift to get her to the surface while wearing her UBBs or if she isn’t wearing a BCD she can remove her boots. Of course if the shaft locks have been closed then she needs the key to get them off. Testing the prototype UBB here has already brought about one fatality and two near misses. The fatality occurred when a new tester took her test boots home (which she wasn’t supposed to do) and her teen daughter wore them in a pool alone with the shaft locks closed and was unable to get out. She had no back-up plan like a knotted ascent line or pool ladder so she could get off the bottom w/o taking her boots off and ran out of air. She was found the next morning. The shaft lock key was on a patio table by the pool. Gepetto’s lawyers are telling him the boots are too dangerous to sell even to professionals if they have as features both weights to keep the diver on the bottom and locks so she can’t get them off.

The locking garter that circles the wearer’s leg above the calf at the top of the shaft is made of titanium mesh to prevent a Sub from cutting the lock off with a dive knife while her Dom is not watching. Gepetto is considering a ‘safety’ version that has the locking garter made of Kevlar that can be cut through in a few minutes time with a sharp knife. Meanwhile what I’m having my escorts who are testing the UBB prototype is to wear a diamond wire saw in the string casing of their thongs. A diamond wire saw is a piece of specially treated wire with tiny ceramic chips imbedded in it as teeth. The first diamond wire saws were made with real diamond chips which is where the name came from, but with new extremely hard metals ceramic blades work a lot better. With practice a girl can cut through the shackle in two or three minutes per boot so you have to realize you are in trouble and have a few minutes to be able cut your way out.

A Nitrous Oxide Encounter

The Pfizer Riser

Pharma testimonial: I’ve been approached by Pfizer about recommending Viagra. I thought they were joking at first since I’m not a user, being of the opposite sex. But the Pfizer PR guy said that I was “a direct beneficiary of the efficacy of the product” so I could speak from a woman’s perspective, which is certainly true if I was inclined to, but I decided against it for several reasons. First it would compromise my position as being independent of the pharmaceutical industry which I value because of my dislike of them pushing hormonal contraceptives. Second, performance enhancers like Viagra, Cialis and Lavitra are a mixed blessing for many women. While Vegas caters to men’s carnal appetites there are a lot of older women in the country who were very relieved when their husbands were no longer able to perform sexually. So being able to raise Lazarus from the dead is, for a large percentage of my sex above the age of 50, a very mixed blessing. And, finally, with a man’s strength, size and aggressiveness why should he be given another sexual domination ace by knowing that physically he is almost certain to stay hard enough to finish inside even if he has serious medical problems? In specific instances you can make a case either way but when performance enhancing pills can be bought almost anywhere and w/o a Rx I think they are far too readily available. Perhaps that’s a surprising position for a girl in my business – satisfying male appetites of all sorts – to take, but there you are.

A Mestel SGE 400-3BB Gas mask

A Nitrous Oxide encounter: Taryn and I went to a gas mask party last night. Chuck, the Gyn at our clinic was Taryn’s escort and Pirate went with me. Most of the girls there are big into dive-sex so the topic of conversation was Gabe Watson’s Manslaughter plea with him getting only 4 ½ years with all but a year suspended. That’s getting off pretty damn light for drowning your wife and novice dive partner! He was supposed to be a trained rescue diver! He didn’t share his air, or drop her weights, or inflate her buoyancy compensator! He just left her to sink to the bottom! My God! Can you imagine? And they were on their honeymoon! He has recently remarried, what could his second wife have been thinking? A woman diving with Gabe Watson as her dive buddy would be about as safe as if she went Dove hunting with Ex VP Cheney!

Recreational gas cylinders: Taryn and I were using our Mestel SGE 400-3BB military grade gas masks with small nitrous oxide (N2O) inhalent cylinders that mate with the standard NATO 40mm filter canister mounting. Gepetto has branched out into supplying recreational gasses as well as fetishwear so we were using an inhalent cylinder of his company’s design with a chip that is programmed with the user’s weight and lung capacity so the correct amount of gas, a mixture of 70% nitrous oxide and 30% oxygen, that is released into the tight fitting the oral-nasel unit of the mask is just enough to make us euphoric and pain free during very rough sex, but not enough to put us to sleep. The gas canister transfer unit is really quite complex. It has a small heater in the cylinder mount that warms the compressed gas to about 65° before release into the oral nasal unit to prevent frostbite. There is also a flow monitor in the unit which will detect when the wearer has stopped breathing for more than some interval, the default is 60 seconds, after which an alarm will sound. This feature was added after wearer’s overdosed and stopped breathing or fainted and used up the gas in the cylinder and suffocated.

Because of the hazzard of N2O to a fetus all the girls at the party had to take pregnancy tests, even the ones of us who weren’t using N2O because when those of us who were breathing gas vented our masks some amount of it got into the air, a situation analogous to second hand smoke in a resturant and it’s well known that N2O will cause birth defects and miscarriages. Frequent use of N2O can be addictive and it depletes vitamins B9 (folic acid) and B12. People into breathing nitrous oxide, especially women, need to be on a good multivitamin rich in B9 and B12. Nitrous oxide is safest when used while lying down because in the higher euphoric states user’s loose control of most of their muscles. So I think N2O is more a woman’s gas because we can go deeper into euphoria and let the man do the work during sex. Guys have to stay at a lower level of euphoria in order to function sexually. I’ve had guys collapse on top of me unable to finish even when using a performance enhancer because they had inhaled too much gas. They had massive boners but didn’t have the stamina and concentration to ejaculate.

The party: was at the home of a very successful casino owner and his third trophy wife a 23 y/o dancer. The man is a very shrewd investor and even in this economy he is turning a profit and positioning himself to make a lot more when the recession is over. Including the 4 of us there were 8 couples. The home has a huge guest wing with a recreation area which for the party had been filled with couches enclosed with potted shrubbery for some privacy. Everyone had brought their gear bags and each couple was assigned a bedroom. And there was a bowl of various performance enhancers on a table in each bedroom for guys who were feeling insecure.

In the common area our host had recreational drugs available but most of the performers among us stayed with minimal alcohol, to hold down our calorie intake, and away from the hard stuff which when mixed with recreational gasses can be fatal. Typically that’s because the mix causes the user to overestimate his or her abilities. Taryn and I both wore Penetrator plugs and caps to the party. She had a strapless FemCap inserted as a thrust buffer because Chuck can easily reach her cervix even when she is taken from behind. There is no fear of pregnancy of course because she has a GyneFix IUD implant. I was wearing my Milex Omniflex diaphragm because I was still having residual bleeding after my EVA. The purpose of our wearing plugs was to give our sexual partners something to remove (besides our thongs) in order to get to us where it counts. Since I had a diaphragm inserted I wore a smaller Penetrator w/o the locking lug that fits in the pubic notch to prevent accidental expulsion. The smaller style plug is just held in place by the muscles in the vaginal walls and suction.

Swapping partners: One of the fun parts of the evening was when the women were raffled off to men other than their dates or wives. I was a little apprehensive about married couples being in the mix as wives often feel they have a lot to lose in partner swaps for recreational sex. But I talked to all three of the wives there and they seemed comfortable with the arrangement, confident that their men wouldn’t form any lasting attachments. Taryn, gorgeous, long legged and 17 was of particular interest to the guys and her number was dawn by a 45 y/o married investment banker. His wife didn’t seem all that pleased but she tried to put the best face on it she could and was delighted when her number was drawn by Pirate. The hosts 23 y/o dancer wife was partnered with a chemical executive from the east coast and there were problems right away because their anatomies were mismatched. As hostess she wanted to accommodate him if she could and because I’m known as an expert in sexual problems she asked my opinion.

Unsafe at any speed: I recommended against the match because he is very large, long as well as thick, and she is rather small taking only a 60mm diaphragm so in my opinion the likelihood of her being injured was pretty high. She decided, as hostess, she had no alternative so I fitted her with a strapless FemCap for thrust buffering and had her insert an applicator of Dive-Gel (the silicone lube) to reduce friction from the tight fit and I helped her apply a topical estrogen cream around the entrance to her vagina in the hope that it would make the tissues stretchier. If she had several weeks over which to apply the estrogen cream that might have worked but about 10 minutes into her encounter with him while breathing N2O he rammed her cervix brutally and when she twisted to try and get away from his thrusts she tore. It was a class two tear that she didn’t fully realize the seriousness of while she was euphoric on gas. Afterward the physician on duty with the EMT unit rented for the party sewed her up but it’s as though she had an episiotomy and she will be out of action for at least several weeks.

My Raffle partner: The guy I was raffled off to is another banker, very high in the organization of a major investment bank that’s been in the headlines recently. He is in his early 50s and the picture of health; broad shoulders, narrow waist, well toned bod all around, a gorgeous male to look at. I had talked with his wife earlier and she said he was partial to ballet dancers as mistresses having a soloist at ABT in an apartment near their home in NYC. And she said ruefully that he had been talking to her about how he hoped to be matched with me. She is French and danced with the Paris Opera Ballet in the 1980s so she is familiar with powerful men and their mistresses, but we were both surprised when I was actually paired with him.

The guests who didn’t bring their own gas masks were fitted by one of Gepetto’s techs who had a supply of masks and N2O cylinders and was on hand to help with any mask problems. So my guy was wearing a mask exactly like mine, a Mestel SGE 400-3BB, which is top of the line equipment. We went to my assigned room and he wanted to start with me on my back on a table with my legs on his shoulders. I had been wearing Gaynors but he wanted me to change into Freeds which he said have a much better scent and he is so right about that! I put on a pair of well broken in Classics and worked in them to warm up a bit using a chair back for a barre to sweat in my pointes before taking up my position on the table. His equipment is a good size about 8 inches long and wonderfully thick! I love thick since it gives the nerves around my oculus and in the erectile tissue of my G-spot good tight contact, even through the stretchy rubber dome of my diaphragm. I relaxed, and nodded, he couldn’t see me smile since we were both masked while I positioned his tip between my labia and nodded again for him to enter me. It is always fun having a new man for the first time! He enjoyed having me rub my platforms against his neck, chin and under his nose so he could smell the scent of damp leather and paste in my shoes while he thrust into me. He is a skilled and considerate lover and got me off beautifully before he finished in me.

Going for seconds he wanted to take me from behind so I draped myself over a bed-altar, each room had been equipped with one, and he entered me doggie style. Since I wasn’t en pointe I wasn’t as tight as I could be but I was very deep and he did try to kiss my cervix which by me pushing down a bit I let him do. And then things started to go wrong as he was taking me to orgasm. I was having strong vaginal contractions when I felt him shudder and thought he was getting off but he wasn’t thrusting. Perhaps he did ejaculate but moments later he collapsed on top of me! I was able to roll him off me, pull off his mask and hit the emergency button by the bed. I thought he had overdosed on N2O but his lips were blue his heart beat was irregular and even while still euphoric from the gas he had severe chest pain. The doctor who was standing by for just that sort of emergency gave him nitro under his tongue started an IV and had him taken to the ER.

A wife’s concern: His wife wasn’t all that understanding at first, accusing me of trying to fuck him to death! I put that down to her French temperament because it clearly wasn’t my fault. I’m to blame? I don’t think so! He’d even told her he fancied meeting me so it’s not as though his need for me was a surprize, right? He just happened to be drilling me when life in the fast lane caught up with him and he nearly died in the saddle. However, his attack did put a damper on the festivities and the party broke up early. Fortunately it takes only about an hour to recover from the effects of breathing N2O so our host served coffee and some of us made dates to get together again under happier circumstances.

My raffle partner is doing well in ICU at a private hospital. His wife calmed down after she found he wasn’t going to die. It seems she needs him for at least another 2 years when her prenuptial agreement times out. Then she will inherit if he passes rather than his great wealth going the children from his first two marriages. Between brief visits to her husband in ICU she is already managing to console herself by starting dive-sex lessons. I’ve fixed her up with Peter (he and Diané are on the outs at the moment) and she is enjoying immensely all the pleasures he can provide.