The Sex Talk

A selection of birth control methods

Study: Parents' Sex Talks With Kids Happening Too Late
Time Magazine
By ALICE PARK Mon Dec 7, 12:00 am ET

The sex talk is never easy. It's not comfortable for anyone involved - parents are afraid of it, children are mortified by it - which is probably why the Talk so often comes after the fact. In the latest study on parent-child talks about sex and sexuality, researchers found that more than 40% of adolescents had had intercourse before talking to their parents about safe sex, birth control or sexually transmitted diseases.

That trend is troublesome, say experts, since teens who talk to their parents about sex are more likely to delay their first sexual encounter and to practice safe sex when they do become sexually active. And, ironically, despite their apparent dread, kids really want to learn about sex from their parents, according to study after study on the topic.

"The results didn't surprise me," says Dr. Mark Schuster, one of the authors of the new study, published in Pediatrics, and chief of general pediatrics at Children's Hospital Boston. "But there's something about having actual data that serves as a wakeup call to parents who are not talking to their kids about very important issues until later than we think would be best."

The study involved 141 families enrolled in the Talking Parents, Healthy Teens program, organized by the University of California Los Angeles/Rand Center for Adolescent Health Promotion and overseen by Schuster. Parents and their children, aged 13 to 17, responded to questions about 24 issues regarding sex and sexuality, including how women become pregnant, body changes that occur during puberty, how to use condoms and birth control, as well as issues around homosexuality.

Researchers asked both parents and their children, separately, when they had first discussed each topic, and compared that information to teens' self-reports about their engagement in three specific categories of sexual behavior - hand-holding or kissing; genital touching or oral sex; and intercourse. Families were surveyed four times, once at the beginning of the study, then again at three, six and 12 months.

By the end of the study, more than half of the parents reported that they had not discussed 14 of the 24 sex-related topics by the time their adolescents had begun genital touching or oral sex with partners. Forty-two percent of girls reported that they had not discussed the effectiveness of birth control and 40% admitted they had not talked with their parents about how to refuse sex before engaging in genital touching. Nearly 70% of boys said they had not discussed how to use a condom or other birth control methods with their parents before having intercourse. Yet only half of the boys' parents, by contrast, said they had not discussed condom use or birth control with their sons

That difference highlights a primary problem in the parent-child dialogue about sex. "A lot of parents think they had a conversation, and the kids don't remember it at all," says Dr. Karen Soren, director of adolescent medicine at New York Presbyterian Morgan Stanley Children's Hospital. "Parents sometimes say things more vaguely because they are uncomfortable and they think they've addressed something, but the kids don't hear the topic at all."

It's incredibly difficult to broach the topic of sex, admits Soren, who has three children of her own. "Your kids look at you like you're crazy, and you feel like you want to run," she says. "But it's important because we know good parent-child interaction gives kids better resiliency later on in life."

As the latest study shows, parental talks about sex and sexuality need to occur much earlier than they do, but that doesn't necessarily mean that parents have only one shot at getting it right. To make things easier, and to take some of the pressure off of the situation, say experts, parents should think about sex talks as an ongoing dialogue, rather than one uncomfortable discussion that they must cross off their list. And they should keep in mind that they've probably internalized the same discomfort and avoidance that their own parents displayed in talking about sex - but sex talks needn't be so fraught. Experts also say that parents should discuss certain issues with their children at age-appropriate times, and that the discussion should evolve as children mature. "A 12-year-old will look at sex very differently than a 15- or an 18-year-old," says Soren. "For kids between 10 and 13, the idea of sex grosses them out. So you're probably not going to tell a 13-year-old necessarily all about different methods of birth control."

Instead, the conversations should focus on what the child is capable of absorbing, and what the child asks about. Parents should also take advantage of every excuse to broach the difficult subject - a mention of sex or sexuality on a TV show, a pregnancy in the family, sex education classes in school, or a visit to the doctor around the time of puberty. "If you just get over the hurdle of starting, then once the conversation gets going, you often find it's easier than expected," says Schuster. "So use any excuse you want, but just get over the initial hurdle and start talking to your kids, because it's really important."

Personal comment: I think it is very important to have girls inoculated with the series of HPV vaccine injections (I prefer Gardasil) at least by the age of 13. That young a girl can be easily tempted to ignore what her parents say and follow the urges of her hormones. And, I think she should have condoms available as well so that if she is tempted her partner doesn’t give her something to remember him by, like an STI or pregnancy. Putting off the talk, or talking in general terms really isn’t helpful in teaching teens the basic contraceptive information they should know when growing up in a sex saturated culture like ours.

Concours at the Paris Opera Ballet

A scene from “La Danse The Paris Opera Ballet”

The New York Times
December 6, 2009
So You Think You Can Compete?
By ROSLYN SULCAS
PARIS

The stage of the Palais Garnier is bare and bright. Eleven people sit at a table in the empty orchestra section, frowning at their notebooks. A tinkling bell sounds, and an announcer appears onstage and formally introduces a dancer. For three minutes or so she plows through the technical minefields of the obligatory variation and finishes, smiling brightly. There is no applause. A few seconds’ silence and the bell rings again.

The annual Concours at the Paris Opera Ballet is not for the faint of heart. In this company, one of the world’s leading classical dance troupes, it’s not enough to be talented. It’s not enough to be consistently cast in soloist or leading roles, or chosen by visiting choreographers. It is not enough to be adored by audiences or find special favor with the artistic staff.

That’s because, unlike any other ballet company in the world, the Opera has a hierarchy and system of promotion almost military in its Spartan exactitude. In order to be promoted a dancer must enter the annual Concours, or promotional competition, and perform two variations (one set, one “free”) before an 11-member jury made up of fellow company members, Opera officials and two outside judges (this year the choreographer Pierre Lacotte and Igor Zelensky, director of the Novosibirsk Ballet).

The competition has existed at the Opera in one form or another since 1860, instituted by Marie Taglioni as an obligatory exam to maintain standards. (Only in the 1970s did participation become voluntary for the company’s 154 dancers, roughly half of whom take part.) The most recent competition was two weeks ago, and it offered the same spectacle of ambition, hope and despair that plays out every year.

The jury’s rankings determine who is promoted into the few places available in each grade: after the entry level quadrille come coryphée, sujet and premier danseur. Once dancers join the Opera, a state-supported company, they have little incentive to abandon a guaranteed salary until the mandatory retirement age of 42, and a pension thereafter. (This year the coveted top spots went to Ludmila Pagliero, Josua Hoffalt and Vincent Chaillet.)

The only rank not possible to acquire through competition is the elusive étoile, or star. The title is mostly given to premier dancers, but not always.

Most dancers, however, depend on the competition both for improvements in their salaries (roughly a 15 percent gain with each grade) and better roles, since casting is determined largely by rank.

It’s a grueling system. Injury, illness, nerves or just a bad day can derail a career for a whole year, or longer. The dancers find themselves judged by, and pitted against, friends and colleagues, with whom they will soon — perhaps that very night — dance onstage. But the competition is regarded favorably by the dancers, said Ariane Dollfus, a writer for Danser magazine.

“We are a nation of competitions,” Ms. Dollfus said. “The idea that excellence is recognized through an exam or competition is prevalent in every walk of French life. There are competitions to get into the grandes écoles, for administrative jobs, for architects, for civil servants. It’s very French. We have more confidence in a formal, official structure than in something that seems like an arbitrary decision.”

To non-French ears, the idea of the competition as a democratic procedure can sound strange. Can’t wonderful artists who may not be technical virtuosos be overlooked? Surely the personal likes and dislikes of the five company members who make up half the jury can influence the outcome?

“There are some dancers who aren’t competition animals,” said Brigitte Lefèvre, director of dance at the Opera, looking somewhat weary after the first rounds. “Sometimes that has serious consequences. If you don’t pull off your pirouettes, your balances, at least there are a group of insiders on the jury who know what you can do and take that into account.”

Ms. Lefèvre acknowledged that the competition is psychologically grueling for the dancers, who work on their solos for months while also rehearsing and performing a changing repertory. (Ms. Lefèvre and the ballet master Patrice Bart choose the set variations each year.)

“It’s brutal on the day of the competition,” she said. “There is so much at stake. There are always tears, always dancers coming to see me after to discuss. I tell them, and I believe, that over the course of a career talent finds its way. And after all, nerves and tests are something dancers have to face in the course of their onstage lives.”

For dancers of clearly outstanding promise the competition is probably no more than routine. Agnès Letestu, Dorothée Gilbert and Mathias Heymann are just a few of the current étoiles who shot through the ranks in short order. But for others the path can be harder. Isabelle Ciaravola, recently named an étoile, had to endure 11 rounds of the competition before finally being promoted to première danseuse in 2003.

“For me, doing the competition has nothing to do with the joy of dancing,” Ms. Ciaravola said in a telephone conversation. “Your life, your career is at stake for four minutes. You need nerves of steel.”

But even Ms. Ciaravola spoke positively of the competition, pointing out that it is a chance for corps de ballet dancers to be noticed, and that it motivates dancers who have permanent jobs to keep working hard.

“It’s an amazingly stressful system, but it’s just normal for them,” said David Hallberg, an American Ballet Theater principal dancer who spent a year in the final division at the Paris Opera Ballet school, watching his fellow students prepare for the entrance exam to the company. “Not only do the dancers not question the system, they are proud of it. It’s part of their institution, their tradition. In France, that counts for a lot.”

Personal comment: Marie-Claude the POB sujet who is with us for a year for escort training [Her first appearance in this blog was in the October 17, 2009 entry.] has competed in the annual Concours for promotion from quadrille to coryphée to sujet and agrees that the competition is intense and a dancer needs to concentrate on focus and have nerves of steel.

Hollywood and bi-sexual actresses

Immediately before insemination

An awesomely beautiful Bi-chick: My psychiatrist asked if I would be interested in working with a 29 y/o A-list actress who needs to be pregnant for a role in an upcoming film. I asked what function I would perform in any arrangement with her since in this life I’m female and can’t impregnate her myself. Well, I could but it would be with a donor’s sperm so I didn’t see any reason she would want to have me involved, until I was told she was Bi-sexual and wanted the support of a bi-sexually active female after being inseminated. I’m not particularly pleased that it’s getting around that I’m bi-sexual. I don’t really think of myself that way. I think of myself as being primarily Het, but I do take a few of the women in my circle Taryn, Cyndi and occasionally Anya to bed and we do have marvelous times together. So it’s not as though I don’t appreciate a soft cheek against my breast, an estrogenic mouth sucking on my nipples or the scent of a woman with my face buried in the fine soft golden hair of a natural blond as I breastfeed her while she fingers my clit taking me to orgasm.

She is a huge talent, I respect her work and I really wanted to meet her so I had my agent talk with the film’s Producer to see just what she needed or expected. It turned out her Producer didn’t know exactly except that she was insisting on having me as an assistant, so a meeting was set up when she and her current husband would be in Vegas. She is a Method Actress. In Method Acting the actor immerses herself in the role she is playing for the duration of the project. And since she is to play a bi-sexual pregnant dancer/escort she wanted me as an intimate assistant – though she already has a retired escort as a technical coach for the sex scenes. She had met Alistair in Hawaii who had recommended me. She wants me for my insight and support with pregnancy issues in the dance world, girl-girl sex and during the abortion which is an important event in the film. She is being inseminated (Robin is the sperm donor) by an escort so she will really be preggers for the film and have real morning sickness (she hopes) and hopes her body will have some very early signs of pregnancy, like breast changes, that she can feed off and the camera’s can film. She is having an escort impregnate her because the role calls for her to have an abortion and she insists on it being a real abortion – which will be filmed - so her character can continue her career and she doesn’t want to abort a pregnancy created by her husband.

I wondered what her husband thought about all this and curiously he seems ok with it, as long he’s allowed to watch when I comfort her and we have girl-on-girl sex. Go figure! My encounters with her will not be in the film they are intended as a form of personal emotional support to help her remain in character and for relaxation. I understand guys get off watching two girls do one another, but I’ve never been sure why. Certainly it’s a great opportunity for guys to see two beautiful female bodies (if you are watching professionals perform) involved in ‘deviant’ sexual practices. And, it’s a lot more hygienic – since girl-on-girl doesn’t usually involve anal penetration - than some of the variations of Gay sex.

The filming has been underway for several weeks and the scenes of her being impregnated were filmed in one of our pool bungalows. A lot of them with her coming out of the pool in an amazingly small bikini and having it stripped off and drilled doggie style on a luxuriously thick pool mat, a fave position of escorts clients because they can go so much deeper. Her abortion will take place in our clinic – we do a lot of those procedures - and because of the way the clinic is situated deep on private property there are no protestors. A set crew has already blocked off one of the procedure rooms and made some changes they want for the film. The real work toward her becoming pregnant by Robin for the film began yesterday when she became fertile. He will mount her twice a day every day she is fertile and also the day after she ovulates which is supposed to be a total of 7 days if she doesn’t freak out and have stress delay ovulation which commonly occurs. That’s where I come in by having sex with her to keep her calm and let her talk over the sexual part of the character she is playing and to guide her past the moral ambivalence she has about abortion.

Spontaneous Abortion Incidence Rates: I keep assuring her that between twenty and fifty percent of pregnancies end in miscarriage. The vast majority of spontaneous abortion cases occur during the early weeks of the pregnancy. In most cases, signs of miscarriage during the initial stages of pregnancy are undetectable, and the woman may not even be aware she was pregnant, or that she had a miscarriage. Once pregnancy is detected, approximately ten percent end in miscarriage. Most diagnosed miscarriages occur during the seventh to twelfth weeks of pregnancy. These statistics aren’t talked about by the wing-nuts who want to change state constitutions to grant every fertilized egg the rights of ‘personhood’. She wasn’t aware that the failure rate of fertilized eggs was anywhere near that high and she has come to agree with me that what’s one more failed pregnancy in the scheme of things?

My contribution: I think where I have been the most help to her so far is after Robin fills her with semen with her hips raised on a pillow where she stays for the next thirty minutes so her cervix is immersed in a pool of semen. I’ll snuggle beside her and give her a clitoral orgasm by ever so lightly caressing the barrel of her clit. She inserts a mouth guard to muffle her screams as I can send her into a screaming orgasm with very little effort on my part. Afterward she will snuggle against my breast, feed briefly then slip into a very deep sleep for at least forty-five minutes. These calming encounters I have with her I (and her therapist) see as critical to holding her emotions in check so she won’t stress out and delay her ovulation. If that were to happen it would set the production schedule back. Not the entire four weeks of her cycle because there are other parts of the film that could be worked on, but at least two and no one wants that. Her husband is very quiet while watching us. I just hear him unzip his pants and gasp when he ejaculates while masturbating. Then he zips up and leaves. The plan right now is for me to continue my ‘therapy’ sessions with her to minimize the possibility that she might miscarry and if her pregnancy is stable then at least until a week or so after she has the abortion and perhaps longer depending on what the termination does to her emotional state.

Pointe shoe quiz 12-03-09

Who is the maker of this dancer’s shoes?

Anyone who is interested can participate, so please give this quiz a try.

Asphyxiation, heavy rubber and ‘dry’ dive-sex

An Ocean Reef Neptune Space Predator FFM

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

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

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

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

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

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

A reader: Yes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Death in a rubber bag

A 3 liter rebreather bag with gasmask connector

Death in a 3 liter bag: The other day a local 19 y/o suffocated from carbon dioxide (CO2) build up in her mask when her partner closed the valve on her 3 liter anesthesia rebreather bag while he was giving her multiple orgasms. The bag was connected to the standard 40 mm NATO connector on her Mestel 400 gasmask in the standard way where she could have easily opened the valve on the rebreather herself. He claimed he was trying to increase her pleasure when she fainted. He says he got caught up in his own orgasm forgot to open the valve and kept on thrusting into her until he finished and by then she had stopped breathing. That sort of death is very common especially among women in couples just starting to learn the basics of erotic breath play. Accidents are so common now that high quality masks that will seal properly and gasmask ready rebreather bags are commonly available that I’m teaching a rebreather bag safety class for escort candidates and in my Advanced Sexual Techniques (AST) course at St Lucy’s so the girls know to be careful of the CO2 build-up in their masks and how to quickly open the valve on their rebreathers to get fresh air.

Symptoms of high or prolonged exposure to carbon dioxide include headache, increased heart rate, dizziness, fatigue, rapid breathing, visual and hearing dysfunctions. Exposure to higher levels may cause unconsciousness or death within minutes of exposure. Breathing rate doubles at 3% CO2 and increase to four times the normal rate at 5% CO2. At levels above 5%, concentration CO2 is directly toxic. And with breath play there is no way to really tell what the level of exposure is for individual masked participants. Women or men with smaller or limited lung capacity are more likely to succumb quicker to lower levels of CO2.

A bad joke: Several weeks ago we had a escort candidate whose emergency gas (Pony) bottle was filled with N2O. We think it was supposed to be a joke. She was on a recreational dive in Lake Mead when she ran out of air on her main tank and she switched to her EA and she gassed herself. Fortunately since she and her buddy were short of air they had already started their ascent and her dive buddy cut their safety stop short inflated her BCD and got her to the surface. She is ok, but that sort of joke can be fatal. We are trying to find out how someone got a pony bottle filled with nitrous oxide. While a number of people had access to her equipment there are no strong suspects or motive for that matter, except perhaps jealousy since she is very beautiful and excels in whatever she wants to do.

Bondage boots: Gepetto now offers a modified version of his standard sports ballet boots to include shaft locks, steel wire laces (no zippers) and D-rings on the heels for restraining the wearer by locking the wearer’s feet together or chaining her feet to the floor, wall, or an exam table, or hanging her by the D-rings from a hook. Before hanging a girl by her boot heels it’s a good idea to check the fit – sometimes a teen will be wearing her mom’s ballet heels and pad them out – to ensure she won’t slip out and drop on the dungeon floor. We had an incident a while back where that happened on one of the bondage floors of our resort. The 17 y/o who had worn her mom’s boots to a bondage party broke her neck.

Snuff videos and heavy rubber

A multi-gas helmet worn with heavy rubber

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

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

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

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

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

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