Monday, October 10, 2016

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 11th 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.

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Who’s Who & What’s What in Jill’s World version 2.2

Jill’s Notes version 2.2 (rev 10-1-2016) * indicates an addition or revision

Who’s who in Jill’s World. Some of my friends:

  • Adolph: a good friend and psychopath in Vegas who has a 216 ft. deep dive training facility (the well) and a dive-sex club, Splash and an up-market Spa, The Lorelei, as well as a penchant for making employees disappear.
  • Andrea: Was briefly my 5th ward, but she developed a blood clot from not using proper precautions during dive-sex and so as soon as she was able to travel was sent home to her parents in Germany who are relatives of Adolph.
  • Alexei:  A Russian expatriate who is a close neighbor to Blackthorn House in Eaton Square, Belgravia, London and whose daughter Veronika I’m tutoring in pelvic skills.
  • Alice: The Duchess of M****, who is separated from His Grace and lives with revolving lovers near my estate on Virgin Gorda.
  • Anya: A good friend in her early 30s who travels as a troubleshooter for a multinational company and between assignments has been chaperoning my wards in Vegas for the last few months until they graduated from UNLV and began to attending university in the UK.
  • Arthur, His Grace: The Duke of M**** AKA: Himself, His Grace, The Duke, and the Old Bull who is Jack’s father and who has an English title and estates in northern England and Scotland.
  • *Ashley:  Jack, Viscount Sandbach’s fiancée a RB ballerina from a noble family who is his current bedmate. She was newly preggers at Christmas 2014 but had a miscarriage at 12 weeks while she was still dancing.
  • Bea: See wards. One of my five wards.
  • *Mrs. Bridges: Head cook at Blackthorn Castle.
  • *Brigitte: The 4th wife of Lord A****. She was a ballerina with the Paris Opera Ballet and at 26 is younger than Bryony her step-daughter. Brigitte is extremely flexible and is a hypersexual masochist as am I so we understand each other and have become friends since I became Bryony’s mentor.
  • *Bryony: See Dryads
  • *Carla: Blackthorn Castle’s 29 y/o Divemaster. She worked as a diver out of Aberdeen Scotland on North Sea oil rigs before I hired her full time to oversee the Wells at the castle and accompany me to my villa on Lost Cove on Virgin Gorda when we go for vacation.
  • Charles: Chamberlain of the Household for the Blackthorn Barony.
  • Chris: my male Gynecologist who moved from Las Vegas to the UK with me in January of 2015 and works at Blackthorn Clinic in London.
  • *Claire: See Dryads
  • Cyndi: Jack’s sister’s daughter who was one of my wards until she started university at Trinity College Cambridge.
  • *Dryads, the: Bryony and Claire First cousins and former ballerinas in their late 20s. Bryony is the daughter of Lord A**** whose seat is at Headlong Hall north of Canterbury in Kent and Claire is the daughter of his younger twin brother. The Dryads are doing research at the Costume Club (Clever Cunts) for their PhDs in Clinical Psychology from University College London. First appearance September 15, 2015 post. 
  • Edith Baroness Blackthorn: Edith Sophia Sykes 22nd Baroness Blackthorn (1911-2014) was 103 when she died in an accident at her ancestral home Blackthorn Castle in Powys, Wales in December 2014. She was my great, great, great aunt from whom I inherited the title, lands and possessions of the Barony of Blackthorn.
  • Emily: Lady’s Maid to Edith my predecessor and is now my dresser since inheriting the Barony of Blackthorn
  • Elaine: Marvin has turned over my therapy to a young and brilliant female colleague (Elaine for the purposes of this blog) who is on the staff at Blackthorn Clinic and specializes in women’s fetishes and paranormal possession. He thinks she will bring new insights to my case and better help me cope with the responsibilities of being Aphrodite’s high priestess. First appears in August 2015 posts
  • Fiona: Jack’s sister who works for the British Government (currently in their embassy in DC) and mother of Cyndi who was one of my wards until she began her studies at Cambridge at the beginning of 2014.
  • *Hal: Harold, an 18 y/o ballet dancer who I’m working with to cure his Gynophobia. He first appears in September 2016
  • Jack: (John, Viscount Sandbach, a former lover. Though with my various jobs and raging libido I have a multitude of lovers from all walks of life, from escort trainees to extremely wealthy fetish addicts. Son of Arthur Duke of M****
  • *Jeff: Owner of and designer at Labia Labs the main office of which is outside Las Vegas. He designs sex toys and the pelvic protector Sports Plug.
  • Jenna: The dead wife of my previous psychiatrist, Marvin, Morning Wood. She was a ballerina with then San Francisco Ballet who was killed in a car crash along with their 6 mos. old baby several years ago. Marvin has a fixation that when I’m dressed in her clothes I become Jenna and from her photos we could be identical twins.
  • Jill: 23rd Baroness Blackthorn. I assumed the title in January 2015 upon the death of my great, great, great grandmother Edith 22nd Baroness at the age of 103.
  • Kassandra: Also like me Kassi was put in ballet boarding schools from a very young age and has great beauty, talent and a natural ability to mesmerize men w/o trying. She is also amoral and will say or do anything to get her way if she wants it badly enough. I first met her at Crag Abbey after the Autumnal Equinox on Sept. 23, 2014 and she returned with me and my other wards to Vegas where I placed her with Adolph, who immediately found himself in her thrall, as his personal assistant and Adolph and she have an amazingly passionate relationship. He is happier than I can remember him being in the years I have known him.
  • *Lord A****: Father of Bryony one of the Dryads and uncle of Claire the other Dryad.
  • *Lord D**** father of Timothy (“Tiny Tim”) a 26 y/o SAS officer and my current main lover who has an estate adjoining Blackthorn Castle.
  • Marvin: AKA ‘Morning Wood’ my most recent former psychoanalyst and fetish lover. He helped me come to terms with my responsibilities as a Priestess and handmaiden of Aphrodite. However, he is delusional in that he has a fixation that when I’m dressed in her clothes I am his dead wife Jenna (from her photos we could be identical twins) who was a dancer killed in a car crash with their 6 mos. old baby several years ago. When I moved to Powys, Wales in January of 2015 Marvin came with me and worked as a psychiatrist in the Blackthorn Clinic in London. In the fall of 2015 he moved to Cambridge to teach at Trinity College.
  • Mitch: Mitch is a ballet dancer/escort and is Willow’s primary training partner and lover. Mitch is an amazing escort, but he was seen by Vegas stable management as risky because a good many of his clients have gotten pregnant. Not that it was his fault. The clients were all paying for clean, virile, mind blowing, unprotected, penile vaginal intercourse and that’s what he provides, in spades. Mitch has followed Willow to the UK.
  • Nikolai: A young (26 y/o) Russian male ballet star who is dancing with the company for the 2015-16 season. I have been asked to be his coach and social mentor. My job as his social mentor will be challenging as he has a tendency to go off the rails in social relationships. He has only been with the company since the first of the year and has already gotten into several situations with young female corps members.
  • Odette: See wards. A submissive and one of my previous wards.
  • Paul: The father of my wards the Swan Twins (Odette and Odile) who has an adjoining estate to mine on Lost Cove. He is Anya’s lover and they both work as troubleshooters for a multinational company.
  • Odile: See wards. A dominant and one of my previous wards.
  • Osborne: Head butler of Blackthorn Castle.
  • Pirate: who runs the Escort service for my casino and whose escorts provide some of the best sex in Vegas.
  • *Ronald (Ron) is in his early thirties and a second son, so he won’t inherit the title unless something happens to his brother, has a military background graduating from Eaton and Sandhurst. He hired me to teach a perspective fiancée pelvic tricks. First appearance September 2016.
  • *Seren: (the Welsh name for star) Tim’s 18 y/o second cousin, a college mate of Bea at Cambridge. First appears in the entry for June 2016.
  • *Sophia (Sophie) comes from a wealthy merchant family in the midlands. Educated in schools in Switzerland and at Cambridge, she is an avid diver with a strong background in ballet which she has taken continuously since she was five. She is working for a high profile charity organization at this time. First appearance September 2016.
  • Tanaquil: A retired French Courtesan who is a procuress as well as running Taryn’s business which she inherited from her parents, the best Porn organization in Europe. She relocated from Munich, Germany and now runs it from Blackthorn Castle and oversees the training of “special students”.
  • Taryn: She owns one of the largest and best pornographic studios in the western world. Years ago her parents were killed in a plane crash and a friend of theirs asked me to take her under my wing with my other girls to make sure she grew into a confident and sexually knowledgeable young woman. She went to Trinity College Cambridge to train to become a psychiatrist. She owns a Manor house outside Cambridge which is known as Cunt Castle from the parties held there.
  • *Timothy: I met Tim at my Blackthorn Castle 2016 New Years party. He is the twenty-five y/o son and heir of Lord D**** who lives nearby. Tim is an officer in the SAS, having graduated from the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst and Oxford and is known as “Tiny Tim” because of being very well endowed and knowing how to please women with it. Tim first appears in my entry for January 1, 2016. His step-aunt (his paternal uncle’s second wife) name is Iris and she was a ballerina with the RB
  • Verity: The Duke of M****’s new mistress. A 23 y/o soloist with the première ballet company in England and headquartered in London. Her name for her appearances in my blog will be ‘Verity’ (not the name she dances under) First appears in my entry for April 12, 2015.
  • Veronika: Nika to her friends is the ballerina daughter of my close Belgravia neighbor and Russian ex-pat Alexei. She asked me to help her increase her pelvic skills. She has a newly inserted Mirena IUD, wears Freed Classic pointes for performances and Gaynor Minder hard shanked pointes for ballet-sex.
  • *Wards, my four: Bea 18 y/o and graduated from St Lucy’s in 2015 and will be attending Cambridge in the fall; Willow a 21 y/o Brit-chick who danced for the Royal Ballet. She is Jack’s natural daughter by an RB ballerina. When released from the company Willow danced in my ballet Co in Vegas. She graduated from UNLV. She will now be going to grad school at Cambridge in the fall of 2015; The Dryads, Bryony and Claire in their mid 20s and former dancers with the RB who are studying for Doctorates in Clinical Psychology at University College London. Previous wards were: The 20 y/o Swan twins, Odette and Odile who are the daughters of a friend who is a neighbor on Virgin Gorda in the BVIs. They began attending Cambridge in the fall of 2015 but quickly decided to return to Las Vegas where they had serious romantic relationships. Also there was a 5th, Kassandra, Kassi, the 21 y/o daughter of the Earl of A*** who looks much like me with a Balanchine body, red hair, green eyes and who is left handed and now works as PA to Adolph a very rich dangerous man and good friend in Vegas.
  • Willow: See wards. One of my wards.

  • *Blackthorn Castle: Family seat of the Barony of Blackthorn located in Powys, in the Cambrian mountains of Wales.
  • *Blackthorn House: The London residence of the Baroness Blackthorn in Eaton Square, Belgravia, London.  
  • *Crag Abbey: Seat of The Duke of M**** in the mountains overlooking Loch Ness.
  • *Headlong Hall: Seat of Lord A**** Father of Bryony one of the Dryads and uncle of Claire the other Dryad located north of Canterbury in Kent.
  • *Lost Cove: My villa on Virgin Gorda in the BVIs.
·        *Dragon, the:  The two railroad cars that make up my traveling office for getting around the UK. A sleeping/office/restaurant car and a baggage supplies car that can carry two Range Rovers as well as food and fuel.
·        *Limnaea II: The Gulfstream G650 I bought several year ago before I left Las Vegas for very little cash as it was mainly repayment for a massive gambling debt to the casino I had an interest in. Limnaea II was new and had never been turned over to its original owner. It is based at Stansted outside London and earns its keep as a priority courier service mostly in Europe and the Americas. However, I have the use of it when I want to travel long distances.
·        *Sports Plug: a custom fitted vaginal plug that in version 3 can be comfortably and safety worn with a contraceptive diaphragm that covers the vulva and shaft of the clitoris to prevent fingers in the vagina by men while clubbing.  

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Clinching the sale

A Full English Breakfast

The photo: A lovely full English breakfast of fried eggs, sausage, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, home fries and baked beans with the beans very sensibly served in their own gravy boat.

Ron’s Ballet-sex training: Ron had talked so much about how long and lovely Sophie’s legs are especially when she displays them en pointe that during my warmup and class the next morning I wondered if he had had ballet-sex with her. While he watched I took class, to music from La Bayadère from a small CD player I had brought, in the drawing room that Sophie uses for ballet workouts. The carpet had been removed exposing a lovely hardwood floor and an entire interior wall had been covered with ten-foot-tall mirror sections and a barre had been mounted about three feet off the mirrored wall. So while stretching I asked if he had ever entered her from behind while she balanced on the platforms of her pointes while bent over holding on to the barre. I think of that position as ‘ballet-sex’ but Escorts adept at it call it ‘clenching-the-male’ since when en pointe the woman’s muscles from her waist to her toes are clenched which, when the muscles have been properly trained, can provide an amazingly strong grip so she needs to be very wet to prevent internal injury.

Ron said he’d considered it, but he hadn’t been alone with Sophie in pointe-shoes where he could ask her to try that position. So I told him about the possibility of injury from being under-lubed as well as from thrust-drop during ballet-sex and how Escorts adept at ballet-sex minimize their risk by keeping a prefilled applicator of lube in our purse or dance bag and protecting our toes with the proper shoes and padding. Then having earlier applied a prefilled 10 ml applicator of DiveGel silicone vaginal lube and intentionally dressed to allow him easy access by wearing tights over a thong-back leo I had him stand behind me put his thumbs in the waist band of my tights and pull them down below my hips then pull my thong to one side exposing my vulva for easy access when I bent over and held on to the barre. I think there is no substitute for hands-on training when I’m teaching advanced sexual techniques and this was a good example.

Standing flat in Gaynor Minden pointes with my feet a la seconde I bent over so my back was parallel with the floor. He stepped between my legs, spread my labia, positioned his glans at my introitus and I relaxed and let him gently push his slippery glans glistening with pre-ejaculate inside me. With a long slow thrust he filled me with his wonderfully hard erection bottoming out in my posterior fornix. As he hit bottom I rolled up on to pointe which clenched my muscles around his shaft and he gasped and quivered as my grip tightened around him.

He is taller than me even when I’m en pointe so when he thrust during ballet-sex he lifted me off the floor so he got to see and hear the thud and my gasp as my platforms hit the floor each time he withdrew. His participating while I experience thrust-drop was educational as he can now better understand the danger when the woman’s knees are locked straight to prevent falling off pointe while rubber legged during arousal so during thrust-drop the shock is felt in the knees as well as the toes. Over time this is bad for the knee joints if this occurs too often so practitioners of sex while en pointe have learned to flex our knees momentarily at impact to minimize the stress on our knee joints, but the timing to successfully accomplish that can be tricky. However, if there is a height difference that will cause thrust-drop an easier way to protect the knees is to stand on a slightly raised platform so there will be no thrust-drop. When he came filling me with hot jets of thick creamy semen I closed my feet from seconde closing my thighs and tightened my grip and told him to hang on tight and don’t try to withdraw as I performed the Mare’s Trick, squeezing him so tight that his penis remained erect during his refractory period, while I remained en pointe. Then gave him Pompoir again.

It’s difficult to do Pompoir and The Mare’s Trick while en pointe primarily because the woman has to be continually on her toes the entire time so even well trained ballet dancers have trouble staying en pointe that long unless they have trained in Asian schools as Courtesans. Wearing Gaynor Minden pointes with the very strong hard polymer shanks and internally padded toe boxes make the Mare’s Trick and Pompoir en pointe a lot easier to do w/o foot injury. After The Mare’s Trick and Pompoir we showered together and dressed for breakfast.

I meet Sophie: At 10:00 AM Sophie arrived. She had been invited to breakfast and we seemed to hit it off right away as two dancers have a lot in common. Though after kissing Ron she looked thoughtfully at him and me and I’m sure she sensed that we had been intimate as we were both quite relaxed as couples are after really good sex. Of course that was inevitable since she knew we were going to be discussing my qualifications to teach her advanced pelvic skills and whether either or both of them wanted to proceed with her training.

we had breakfast in a small alcove off a lovely and much larger dining room overlooking a garden so large and beautiful with late summer flowers I was surprised to see it in London, but then I remembered where we were. Both of them were amazed at my large appetite and how little I weight, as I was then at 107 lbs. (my menstrual weight). I told them I can eat a full English breakfast w/o gaining a pound, other than fluid buildup while I’m menstrual. They asked how I managed it w/o having an eating disorder. I explained that my metabolism is on the high side and the exercise I get while training and teaching along with the calories I need for lactation keep me slim so I can eat pretty much what I want. I didn’t mention that Pompoir and The Mare’s trick are very strenuous and use a lot of energy so from the bedroom workout I’d gotten with Ron I needed the calories.  Sophie was fascinated to learn I was lactating with 32B cup breasts and wanted to know my secret, but that was a discussion for girl-talk another time.

When coffee was served after breakfast, Ron told both Sophie and me that he was very pleased with the skills that I demonstrated and that Sophie was a conscientious and energetic student anxious to learn and he would like to put her in my care. She agreed saying that she had asked Ron to make enquiries on her behalf to get the best trainer possible for the skills they wanted her to master. I later heard that he had talked to his grandfather - who has a reputation of being a swordsman with young beautiful South American women - about the choice of a trainer and his recommendation was me. However, as much as I would like to claim him as a client it wasn’t that he had ever used my services, but had heard raves about my skills from his good friend the Duke of M**** and others so had suggested interviewing me.

Jealousy, the elephant in the room: I had only worked with couples twice before to try to effectively teach the women advanced pelvic skills and neither worked out because of jealousy. I say ‘effectively’ because w/o a male’s active participation the woman might well take forever to properly learn to milk a penis with her vaginal muscles. The men could only participate in their partner’s training occasionally because of job commitments and so early on became extremely jealous of their women’s male phys. Therapists. However, those women had been virgin when they met the partners they were with and after a brief start the men couldn’t stand other men bedding their women and both couples cancelled the training. I now have a non-refundable up-front charge to take care of expenses should that occur and that has caused other couples to rethink their need for that sort of training.

So I brought up the subject of jealousy. I knew (because Ron told me) both of them had at least considered and might find it worrying that Sophie would be training at least part time with Blackthorn Clinic male pelvic therapists. There is only so much that can be done with a Peritron, Ben Wa balls and dildos so a woman needs an erect penis attached to an aroused man to train and Ron’s schedule will almost certainly not allow him to meet all her training needs. So we discussed whether Sophie receiving intimate training from other men (all board certified Phys Therapists) was going to be a problem. A look passed between them. She blushed and he gave a little shake of his head.

While neither looked too pleased they understood the need for her to practice with a man when Ron wasn’t available. It was agreed that the question could be reopened at any time if one or the other felt the need, but I think Ron will rearrange his schedule to be with her for training sessions a lot more than he currently anticipates since a man having his penis milked by a beautiful woman while he remains stationary inside her is extremely addicting. What the woman gets out of all her pelvic training is the ability to enthrall her partner giving her considerably power over him without saying a word. I suspect Sophie had not come to Ron a virgin given the reputation of – and my experience with - Swiss finishing schools. So while they are madly in love her training to increase their mutual sexual pleasure will be worth having other men involved in her training when Ron isn’t available.

Clinching the sale: Sophie asked how long the training would take and I said it would depend, but no less than three months if she was a conscientious student and adhered to the regimen that I set. If not, then somewhat longer depending what problems she ran into. I cautioned that regardless of how eager Sophie is to get on with her training it is best to get off to a slow start since overworking the pelvic muscles at first can be very uncomfortable and lead to the dislike of and avoiding the necessary training.  Ron said he agreed that it was best not to rush things and he looked forward to being available when possible which I know he meant. He said he would make it a priority to help her meet the goals of my training program and I could bill his private account for all her monthly training costs.

Sophie and I agreed to meet the next day so I could go over the items in the beginner’s slit-kit that every pelvic student of mine needs and is provided with.  The following day we met for an entire day of shopping for her training needs and had girl-talk over a seafood lunch at Caviar House in Harrods. She really is a delightful and very intelligent young woman. I took her to a fave local dance shop to be fitted with Gaynor Minden hard shanked pointes which look lovely on her high arched feet. I also got her a priority appointment with Chris, my male Gyn, at Blackthorn Clinic and I accompanied her to have the strings of her GyneFix IUD tucked up in her cervix (to prevent a contraceptive diaphragm from interfering with them) and to be fitted for a custom latex flat spring rim diaphragm which she can use as flow control during menstrual sex and as flood insurance during dive-sex. They had her size, 70mm, in stock and she got three as I mentioned that it is always good to have several spares on hand especially if they are made from latex.

Giulietta: 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 danced the roles of Stella (dancing the role of a praying mantis who kills her partner) and Olympia (a doll that comes to life). We also agreed that another favorite 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, and 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 it put it 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 and 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. 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.

Physically I’m not quite 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, but my hair is red not black and I don’t often dress all in black as Giulietta does. But when I go clubbing with girlfriends looking for a man I do think of myself as channeling Giulietta since she was a powerful enchantress who could steal a man’s soul by just looking at him. Over the years as I became proficient with Asian pelvic skills I’ve developed the ability to quickly enthrall most men I develop a physical interest in, and some I have no interest in whatever, just by looking at them. I’m told that look suggests exquisite sexual pleasure in the male mind and I find in clouding a man’s mind that way I have occasionally unintentionally put one of the less interesting men in my thrall. Fortunately, I haven’t done that in a long time. 

I am elated that I was successful in getting the patronage of a delightful young woman and her boyfriend who occupies such a lofty place in English society. I’m hoping that more social contacts at that level will come with this lovely couple’s patronage.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Liar, liar pants on fire!


Master liar: According to POLITICO’s five-day analysis, Donald Trump averaged one falsehood every 3 minutes and 15 seconds over nearly five hours of remarks. The article can be read HERE

I watched the first Clinton / Trump debate on satellite TV and thought Hillary did well. Hillary is not without her faults, but compared to D.T. Who on Fox News said: “My strongest thing is my temperament…  It is my strongest thing, according to the people that know me best. I won’t even say it myself.” Clinton is almost perfect! D.T. is delusional! It’s scary! To think with a man like that the polls still seem to show the race is so close, which I fear says a lot about the common sense of the American people.  

The comedians on late night shows in the U.S are making jokes about D.T. sniffing frequently during the September 26 debate and picked up on Howard Dean’s tweet (“Notice Trump sniffing all the time. Coke user?"). It is unreal to think that a man who The Huffington Post Editor rightly said: “…regularly incites political violence and is a serial liar, rampant xenophobe, racist, misogynist and birther who has repeatedly pledged to ban all Muslims — 1.6 billion members of an entire religion — from entering the U.S.” might become the president of the U.S. The man is a national disgrace and a danger to the country!

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Devices and desires

Leaking nipples, a common side effect of lactation

The Photo: Leaking nipples that can be controlled by using a pad that presses down on the nipple to halt leakage. The kind that work well for me are clear Lily Padz that have adhesive backs that stay in place even while swimming. Before someone asks, no this is not a Pic of my breast, it’s too large to be mine.

The saga continues: Returning readers will recall in my post of September 21st, entitled “An offer I couldn’t refuse” I wrote about going to a prospective client (Ron’s) home on a ‘job interview’. In person Ron is very charming and did not display his wild side which the tabloids are so fond of publicizing though when we got into the details he was quite the randy gentleman as we were one-on-one and there was a limited amount of alcohol since that can affect sexual performance. During my sit-down interview we talked about me. He already knew my background as a dancer, courtesan and pelvic skills teacher and we seemed to be of the same mind about sex, BDSM and the D/s subculture about which he was interested, but not as an active participant, yet.  

Contraceptive devices: He asked what I used for contraception and mentioned he preferred bareback sex and his dislike of condoms which seems almost universal in men, except perhaps for rubber fetishists. He believes birth control is “the woman’s responsibility” and I agree since it will be me who gets pregnant if a partner’s condom tears or comes off. However, for a man who isn’t sure of the effectiveness of his partner’s birth control a condom is a good idea – that could save him the cost of a paternity suit or an abortion - and of course for a new partner with an unknown sexual history it’s ‘no glove, no love’. But I digress…

He was amazed that I use cervical barriers for contraception when I told him about my preference for latex flat spring diaphragms and the silicone Oves cervical cap. And when I showed him the spare latex FS from my slit-kit it seemed to add a bit of spice for him seeing and fondling a device with which a woman can protect herself against his sperm. He became quite obviously aroused when later I showed him how I removed and inserted the one I was wearing.  So a cervical barrier device works wonderfully as foreplay for him. I pointed out that even if his girlfriend has a frameless, copper bead GyneFix IUD implanted (which she does) she can still wear a diaphragm as a bit of ‘stagecraft’ if that is a turn-on for him and he liked that idea.

Training devices: He asked what tools I use in my pelvic training course and I mentioned Ben Wa balls, dildos and pointe shoes, preferably Gaynor Minden if the student can be properly fitted in them. We had a long talk about pointe shoes. He had dated dancers, but had never been interested in their professional shoes until recently when he analyzed his fascination with ballet dancers and realized that en pointe the wearer radiates an aura of femininity, grace, poise and power which he finds extremely erotic. Sophie, his most recent girlfriend and my prospective student, let him watch her prepare new pairs of Freed pointes for her ballet classes and he was fascinated and amazed with how so mundane an item as a pair of her pointes can stoke his libido.  He is very smitten by her and just lights up when talking about her so I think he is very much in love.

The prospective student: In her mid-twenties Sophia (Sophie) comes from a wealthy merchant family in the midlands. Educated in schools in Switzerland and at Cambridge, she is an avid SCUBA diver with a strong background in ballet which she has taken continuously since she was five y/o. She has appeared in a number of University ballet productions and takes her ballet training seriously taking class three times a week or more frequently when time permits.  She is currently working for a high profile charity organization to ‘give back’ as so many of the great and good do these days. Ron was prepared and before I asked showed me a current copy of Sophie’s medical records. She has had her Gardasil shots and other vaccinations and isn’t allergic to latex (nor is Ron) which is important in regard to the diaphragm I want her to use as a sex toy during foreplay. And lastly, I was very pleased to know that she had a regular, 6 bead, frameless copper IUD inserted about six months ago and has adjusted to it well so she can enjoy the swing of her hormones as she continues to cycle naturally. I don’t know much more about her yet so I’m looking forward to meeting her.

Desires and the Red Sea: At first I thought the timing for my interview wasn’t ideal since Saturday (9/17) I was CD1 and bleeding and Sunday, CD2, was - as it usually is – the first of my heavy days so I couldn’t wear an Oves because the flow would float it off my cervix. However, I have very regular cycles and have never ovulated when I’ve been menstrual so I only needed a diaphragm for flow control.  When he found I was menstrual he had such a lovely smile and just to be sure asked if I minded menstrual sex as he said; “I seldom get the opportunity to swim in the red sea”. He led me to his bedroom then into the master bathroom and as we stripped watched me remove empty, wash my latex flat spring diaphragm which got him aroused and was fascinated when he asked if I could feel it when it was in place and I told him I couldn’t.  He asked if it was safe for me to leave it out during shower-sex and I said it was and left it on the rim of one of the twin washbasins since I’ve never ovulated while menstrual. Then he led me into the huge multi-head shower and adjusted the water to a comfortable warm temperature.

After we wet down he put his hands under my buttocks and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as held me with my back against the wall while I tried to relax as I parted my labia and guided him as he inserted himself. It is such a thrill every time I take a new man! New DNA and a new set of bacteria are transferred between partners at an initial pairing and here I was about to have a very socially exalted man’s highly motile semen squirted into me. He smiled when he saw that I have nude pubes and mentioned that Sophie had recently had all her pubic hair removed and both he and she loved the nude look that showed the clean lines of her mons pubis and vulva.

He was gentle and thoughtful filling me slowly and it was amazing having unprotected sex with such an important man who has needs like all the other partners who I’ve had. His thick pubic bush caressed the shaft of my clit to get me off and my contractions pulled him along with me into mutual ecstasy. Then we soaped up and washed then dried each other off.  He watched as I reinserted my diaphragm which I was using as hygienic flow control that day. It’s other safety use as returning readers will recall is as ‘flood insurance’ to prevent the hydraulics of a lover’s thrusts from forcing pool water into my uterus during underwater sex which I suspected I would need that evening, and I did!

We took a relaxing swim in his pool where he took me face to face while I held on to the surround gutter as he held my hips and thrust into me. It was quick but wonderfully erotic.  Then having worked up an appetite we had a lovely dinner of rack of spring lamb that his chef had prepared and I told him that the flocks on my estate in Powys produce some of the best lamb in the UK.  Over dinner we had a delightful conversation. I was interested in knowing how he felt about being a second son and he said it suited him fine as he can get away with being a bit wild while his older brother has to be conventional since he is so often in the public eye. He was interested in the arc of my career and was fascinated at how I ended up as a Baroness with one of the oldest, largest and wealthiest estates in the UK. My life hasn’t been exactly a Cinderella story, but I have been extraordinarily fortunate and I realize it!

Scents: At bedtime he picked me up and carried me to his bed.  I mentioned that I needed to be milked and had my breast pump with me and asked if he liked the taste of breast milk and would like to milk me or if I should use the breast pump.  He had never had an adult nursing relationship (ANR) and eagerly agreed to breast feed so I told him how to peel my Lily Padz nipple shields off and suck my nipples to let my milk down. He was gentle being careful not to bite me as he sucked and emptied both breasts in about twenty minutes before we had menstrual sex again.  He had thick maroon bath towels to protect the pillow he slipped under my hips and the sheets from any menstrual flow. I let him remove my diaphragm this time for unprotected menstrual sex and to allow me to give him Pompoir with less effort. He took the partially filled diaphragm heavy with the scent of latex and my flow and licked the dome clean of the bloody discharge.

It was at that point in our encounter that I first gave him Pompoir telling him to hold on and not move while I milked his penis so he could see what Sophie should be able to do for him if she proves to be a good student. As he approached orgasm during Pompoir his grip on my shoulders tightened, he swelled inside me then shuddered, gasped, moaned and called me Sophie as he came filling me with jets of thick, hot, creamy semen! I’d seen that reaction before and knew that his calling me by her name when in my arms he had lost all sense of where he was.  I think I will tame him with a psychological penis leash, slowly and gently as too bold a move would raise a lot of questions from the circle in which he moves so it’s best to influence him from a distance.

Afterward, as I lay in his arms with our bloody coital discharge draining out of me he commented on the bouquet of scents from our lovemaking; my estrogenic perspiration, the metallic scent of my menstrual flow and sweet musk of my nipple leakage that soaked his chest hair as he lay on top of me during Pompoir.  I went to sleep with my face buried in his armpit where I could breathe deeply of his testosterone laced musk.   

To be continued... 

Thursday, September 22, 2016

The 2016 Autumnal Equinox

A lovely Fall day in the mountains

The 2016 Autumnal Equinox: The Autumnal equinox in the northern hemisphere occurred on Thursday September 22nd this year at 2:21 PM GMT so we held the ceremony at dawn, 7:01 AM GMT.

My wards Bea, Seren and Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) arrived at Blackthorn Castle on Wednesday for the ritual celebration of this important celestial event and were paired with their male partners right away to allow the couples to become accustomed to one another sexually so there would be no surprises at dawn on the 22nd.  The four men were among the SAS volunteers who had been partnering with the government pelvic trainees under the guidance of Tanaquil and were asked to stay on for the equinox celebration. The four selected had the best sexual stamina and ability to stay focused which over the years I found - from my experience with partners at Location Z - was needed while performing on ancient Celtic altars in the open air under less than ideal weather conditions. Even though it was a week day Tim got leave from his classes to partner me on the primary altar.

Returning readers will recall that my wards con-celebrate these celestial occasions on subtending altars to the east, west, north and south of the primary altar at Celtic holy sites. These secondary altars at Blackthorn Castle – unearthed earlier this year - surrounding the primary altar adjacent to the ancient Blackthorn tree have been recently reconsecrated by a Druid priest.  Now human reproductive tract secretions are used in ritual fertility ceremonies. Instead of animal blood being spilled the transfer of seed from male to female in an act of ritual breeding occurs on stone altars where animal sacrifices once were offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon.  Seren (the Welsh name for star) Tim’s 18 y/o second cousin, a college mate of Bea at Cambridge drew the short straw and got the place of honor on the eastern altar closest to the sunrise.

The forecast was for cloudy but dry with the temperature in the low 50s (F).  And that is exactly the weather we had! I think it is the first time in the years that I have been celebrating celestial events in the open that there hasn’t been some form of precipitation. So the hooded shearling robes made for the occasion were quite comfy relative to what my wards and I experienced at Location Z in the Highlands of Scotland in 2014. And of course the girls and I all wore Gaynor Minden pointes with sueded tips for traction on the altar surfaces.

Since none of my wards are living with me now their cycles are no longer synchronous with mine. None were menstrual and only Bea was fertile. None of their partners wore protection, but of course the girls all have frameless GyneFix copper bead IUDs implanted so they were quite safe from pregnancy. Today, the 22nd I am CD6 and my period is winding down so I took Tim on the primary altar without using a diaphragm for flow control and it was marvelous! Both of us were unprotected which is unusual for me! It didn’t matter that we got blood all over the inside of our fleece robes since they were ritually burnt after the ceremony and before our celebratory breakfast. Everything went as planned and the weather cooperated (for once) so it was a lovely ceremony on the first day of Fall!

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

An offer I couldn’t refuse

A Peritron 9300 which tests the vaginal grip

The Photo: A hand-held clinical biofeedback perineometer used for assessing the strength of the pelvic floor muscles. It’s useful in determining if students have the muscle strength needed to manipulate Ben Wa balls and isolating muscle groups for Pompoir training.

Due diligence: I’d been hearing that my background and skills (both ballet and pelvic) were being inquired about which is not all that unusual given the penchant of the tabloid press for hot-sheets scandals. However, this time it seems that I was being vetted as a trainer for a girlfriend of a man who is in the top strata of British society.  I’ve had three calls from previous lovers in my circle: Lord A****, father of Bryony one of the Dryads and uncle of Claire the other Dryad; Lord D****, father of my current boyfriend, Timothy (Tiny Tim), when he can be with me; and The Duke of M****, Jack’s father all of whom told me that they had recommended me as a ballet and pelvic skills coach for a young woman who may be marrying into the top level of British society. I knew I was under serious consideration when the private secretary of the prospective client asked that I undergo a physical exam at the prospective client’s expense.

At first I thought I’d tell him to fuck-off! But I quickly reconsidered as I thought if I was accepted it would give me an opportunity to meet some members at the top of British society who have until now found my background a bit too spicy for their taste, at least in public. So I agreed. When the most prestigious Gynecological practice in London called to set up an appointment for a pelvic exam and full panel STI test as part of the client’s due diligence we agreed on a date and time. So, a few days ago I went to that exalted Gyn practice for an after-hours appointment. It was routine. On the table, feet in the stirrups, had my ovaries palpated, a warmed speculum inserted, a cervical swab for a pap and blood drawn for the STI panel.

I knew I was correct in thinking that the client was very interested in the strength of my vaginal grip when the female Gyn produced a Peritron – a hand-held clinical biofeedback perineometer used for assessing the strength of the pelvic floor muscles. She lubed the probe and had me insert it about three-quarters of the way into my vagina. She then calibrated the device before asking me to do a series of squeezes on the probe and noted the readings. Then she asked me to try to suck the probe deeper and then try to expel it which I did while she tried to hold it stationary inside me. She smiled and said I had the strongest set of pelvic muscles she had ever seen and she was probably right since the practice she works for doesn’t specialize in sex workers. I’m very proud of my pelvic grip, but there are a lot of other courtesans and teachers who have grips just as strong as mine.  Because of the importance of the client the results of my pelvic and STI tests were expedited.

I was found to be in excellent pelvic health and free of any STIs as I knew I would be. I could have given them my most recent pelvic and full panel STI from my Gyn at Blackthorn clinic, but that wouldn’t have been in accordance with their need to use independently acquired information. Given the Gyn tests run I knew that the male client intended to invite me out for a “test drive” to appraise my ballet training and sample my pelvic skills that I would be asked to teach his girlfriend.

I was reluctant to ask, but since I was being examined by a Gyn for a possible job for a new client I decided it would show a lack of due diligence on my part if I didn’t insist on seeing the results of a current full panel STI for him. I was relieved when the Gyn handed me a copy of the results from his tests run the previous week and said it would have counted against me if I hadn’t asked about his sexual health since he intended to be unprotected when he was intimate with me. I was very pleased that I was correct about his intentions and she was honest with me about what was expected. But of course that would be the only way he would know for certain if the pelvic skills I can teach his possible fiancée are what he wants her to learn. Inserting two fingers in my vagina and asking me to squeeze I could hurt his fingers which would demonstrate the strength of my grip, but he really wouldn’t learn much. He needed to experience Pompoir and The Mare’s Trick to see what I can teach her if she is an apt student.  

The Client: I’ll call him Ronald (Ron) is sandy haired, well-built and in his early thirties. He is a second son, so he won’t inherit the title unless something happens to his brother, and has a military background graduating from Eaton and Sandhurst as second sons often do. He has been sowing his wild oats with a succession of young women and his family would like to see him settle down so I’ve been told that his parents are delighted that he is seriously involved with my proposed student since in the past he hasn’t cared enough about any of them being in any sort of Phys. fitness program not to mention ballet and pelvic training and I’m told this girl is interested in both.

I met him at his place in London this past weekend. I was told to pack an overnight case and a swimsuit and of course I took along a fully stocked slit-kit and my Medela bustier twin breast pump. He sent a car with smoked windows for me which protected my anonymity when we passed through the gates of his London residence as there are always tourists there.

To be continued…

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