Mine inspection, girl-girl with Anya, Zika virus

A nugget of gold from northern Wales photo National Museum of Wales

The Photo: Welsh Gold. “Waterworn gold nugget 20 mm in length and 6.5 g. Found in 2001 following severe flash-floods on the Afon Wen, Gwynedd. Nuggets of this size are now exceptionally rare in North Wales rivers following centuries of prospecting. © J.S. Mason.” National Museum of Wales. Records indicate nothing approaching the size of this nugget has been found in the stream near the Barony’s mine.

Blackthorn Barony minerals: In the north east part of Carmarthenshire, near village of Pumsaint is the oldest known gold mine in Wales, the Dolaucothi, which was worked by the Romans around 74 AD, but may have been worked by Bronze age settlers long before that. The Dolaucothi mine on the River Cothi is now owned by the National Trust. However, further north and east into the Cambrian Mountains is a small gold mine on Barony property which is still operating working a rich vein of very rare Welsh gold.

Charles, my Chamberlain of the Household and Estate Manager, had set up the tour and accompanied me. I got to talk to the miners their foreman and the works manager over lunch. They had come up to the castle, on a Barony provided shuttle, on Boxing Day to receive their boxes and my thanks, but I had been looking forward to meeting them again this time in situ. I had never been in an underground mine before even though I was born in a coal mining town in Southwest Virginia. When I was growing up they didn’t have take your daughter to work day in the mines, not that they do now either. So this was my first time in a working mine of any kind much less a gold mine that I own. Well, the barony owns it but it’s under my stewardship while I’m Baroness. 

My wards return:  Their vacation at Lost Cove on Virgin Gorda is over. Undergraduate and graduate classes begin at Trinity College Cambridge this Monday January 25 so Bea is now back at Cambridge. The Dryads (Bryony and Claire) will be back researching male fetishes for their doctorates in Psychology at the Costume Club AKA Clever Cunts in London. I didn’t get to enjoy the warm sun and clear water in the BVIs over the year end holidays, but my responsibilities as Baroness and Tim being here made it essential as well as a pleasure to remain in residence at Blackthorn Castle. I should be able to get some beach time before hurricane season begins in June.  Anya is staying with me at the castle for several weeks as her scheduler doesn’t have another assignment for her at the moment and here she can continue her workouts to remain in shape.

The Zika virus: Fortunately the Zika virus is not yet in the BVIs so my wards and Anya were safe. Zika, which resembles a light case of the flu, is spread by mosquitoes and is often so mild that people don't realize they have it. But health officials in Latin America say the tropical fever is linked to neurological problems and a surge in microcephaly, a condition in which babies are born with abnormally small heads. The defect can cause brain damage and death. While there is no vaccination using effective contraception or termination can avoid the tragedy of a baby with microcephaly. However, there is another possible problem as Zika seems to have a connection with Guillain-Barre syndrome which in severe cases can leave a sufferer partially paralyzed and that is a terror for athletic women like dancers!  For more about the Zika virus see the U.S. CDC site HERE.

Anya as a sex partner: Anya and I get along amazingly well as a couple since she can be very submissive when she wants to be and with me she wants to be almost always. As this is written I’m CD15 and ovulated yesterday, not that it matters at the moment as I have no male partner with me now, even so I wear an FemCap cervical cap to protect my cervix (reserving wearing an Oves or a latex Reflexions diaphragm for when I’m playing with a man or sperm-bank semen) should Anya blow or force compressed gas into my vagina during play. Anya also wears a FemCap to protect herself for the same reason when we play. Too, a FemCap can be worn down to a depth of 25 to 30 feet w/o discomfort (due to squeeze) to prevent water being forced into the vagina if we are using dildos during dive-sex. Also FemCap can be used as a thrust-buffer as the removal strap acts to prevent a dildo from ramming the cervix by distributing the force of the blow to the vaginal walls and fornices leaving the cervix under a correctly sized FemCap untouched.

For contraceptive protection Anya has switched to Nexplanon (the single rod upper arm implant which releases etonogestrel) which given her job is a better option than an IUD and she is getting along well on that progestin as it has caused amenorrhea (her periods have stopped) and she hasn’t any other side effects like affecting her libido which is wonderful.  She likes to breast feed and is a very gentle when she milks me, but can be delightfully rough if I want her to gently bite my nipples. She loves having me manipulate her G-spot and the shaft of her clitoris with my rubber gloved fingers. She has a wonderfully strong pelvic grip so during her vaginal contractions her grip on my gloved fingers can be uncomfortable.

We both wear latex exam gloves for vaginal play since neither of us are allergic to latex and the heat transfer properties are superior to nitrile gloves. We wear gloves because even though our nails are short and we wash our hands wearing latex gloves minimizes the possibility of small vaginal tears from our nails while fingering the G-spot and cervix by allowing gentle use the hard fore-edge of the nail for stimulation.

Playing with sperm-bank semen: For times when no suitable men are available I like to keep a few vials of high quality semen in cryo-storage - in a liquid nitrogen cryo-vault - to play with when I’m follicular and fertile as I feel adding a bit of pregnancy risk to a girl-girl encounter always gets me quickly aroused by heightening the chance of unintended consequences from the encounter.  Now that my clinic has a sperm bank I can get sperm to play with at wholesale prices rather than the retail rate I paid when I was in Nevada. So a few days ago – when I was fertile - Anya filled me with a vial of sperm-bank semen delivered from a dildo with a spring loaded syringe that was triggered by my contractions when I orgasmed. For that I wore an Oves as I love the fantasy of an unintended pregnancy, but I try my best to avoid it.

 

 

Guy Fawkes Day, Bonfire Night

Bonfire Night November 5^th & Guy Fawkes effigy

The Photo: An English tradition, bonfires on Guy Fawkes Day to celebrate the foiling of the gunpowder plot by Roman Catholic activists to blow up the Palace of Westminster during the state opening of Parliament on November 5, 1605.

Bonfire Night 2015: Why do we celebrate fireworks night? Who was Guy Fawkes?

“Every year on November 5th, the anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot, Catholic explosive expert Guy Fawkes is remembered and Britain celebrates the Houses of Parliament remaining intact.” The complete article from the Telegraph can be read HERE

Fireworks on Bonfire night: We had intended to drive over to Hampstead Heath which overlooks central London from the North West to view the fireworks. However, we had a better offer from Alexei the Russian expatriate who is a friend and neighbor to my London home, Blackthorn House, in Eaton Square, Belgravia. He has an office on a top floor of a building in The City at 30 St Mary Axe (fondly known as The Gherkin) which is currently the 10^th tallest building in London at 590 feet and is a just few blocks north east of the Tower of London. Alexi, his daughter Veronika, the Dryads (Bryony and Claire), Bea who had come down from Cambridge and I all piled into my Bentley and one of my bodyguards drove us into the financial heart of London. Alexei’s office has a South West view –looking up river - so we had an amazing view of central London along the Thames and the fireworks. Alexi had lain on a massive feast: caviar from the Caspian Sea, French Champaign, prawns on ice and a standing beef roast and scandalously decadent desserts! It was all delicious, but a man’s menu almost all protein with only a tray of mixed veggies.  It all tasted delicious, but it meant more time in the studio to burn off the extra calories.

Anti-capitalist protest: Protestors wearing a Guy Fawkes masks during the 'Million Masks March', on Bonfire night struggled with police. 50+ protestors were arrested several police were hurt and a police car was set afire. Fortunately the area where we were (the financial district) was quiet and like the three wise men we arrived from the east and left for home the same way. It was a long roundabout route, but we avoided the protestors and there was little congestion.

Christmas at Blackthorn Castle: I’ve been away from the castle for almost a year aside from occasional quick inspections of the construction underway. The construction is now complete and signed off on so the usual quiet has returned to the mountain top on which the castle has perched for hundreds of years. My predecessors, Edith, 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn and all the women preceding her, always had a grand Christmas party for the villagers who live below the castle and provide the labor and trades which keep the Barony of Blackthorn running smoothly and I’m expected to continue the tradition.

Charles, my Chamberlain of the Household and Estate Manager of the Barony, and I met this week to discuss his plans for the Barony’s 2015 Christmas party. He came down to London on Estate business and we had a productive two hour planning meeting and settled most issues. I don’t plan to change much (if anything) as the Holiday decorations and festivities have gone well (according to Edith’s diary) for years so I see no need to change a plan that is already wildly successful.

Y NADOLIG (Christmas): The custom in many parts of Wales was to attend a very early church service known as "Plygain" (daybreak), between 3am and 6am. [What I’ve always thought of as a ‘Sunrise service’.] Men gathered in rural churches to sing, mainly unaccompanied, three or four part harmony carols in a service that went on for three hours or so. The custom managed to survive in many country areas, and because of its simplicity and beauty is being revived in many others. Charles along with the local Vicar is bringing it back and it has become popular with the villagers. After the service, a day of feasting and drinking begins and we are trying to curb the excessive use of alcohol with games, but not so as to deprive the men of their pints and ciggis.

While slow to catch on in rural Wales since it’s introduction was only a hundred and fifty years ago the Christmas Tree, an imported tradition from Germany in Queen Victoria’s time, has become popular in the village and the lighting of the castle’s tree has always been popular as there is time off from work and plenty to eat. Too, there is an open house on Christmas Eve with a serving line for roast beef and lamb as well as deserts for all the villagers and the Baroness personally greets as many members of the village as can come.  

Christmas guests from the west: I’m looking forward to having a great friend from Las Vegas with me for Christmas. Anya and a group of her male friends from the same agency for which she is a trouble shooter will be staying with me at the castle for several weeks. She is bringing young men with very active libidos who have been in the field on assignment where they had little opportunity for sexual release except for Rosie Palm and her five sisters since we will be short of men and I’m always in the mood to have PVI with new men. Marvin, Morning Wood, and Bea will be down from Cambridge, but I’m not sure whether Nikolai will be able to get off from his casting at the ROH as he has already taken a good bit of personal time and The Holidays are when the Ballet makes most of their money (the Nutcracker) for the year.

Thanksgiving in the UK: It seems strange to contemplate celebrating Thanksgiving in the UK this year. I should be CD13 then and very fertile. Nikolai is busy performing with the ballet so he won’t be readily available. I thought if I wanted to see Marvin I would have to go up to Cambridge and spend a day or two with him. However, I found Trinity College will be on Holiday (for Thanksgiving!) from 24 November to 30 November so he can come down to London! I was blown away to find that Thanksgiving is now being celebrated by a lot of Anglo-American families and other Brits as a Holiday to brighten the Wintery weather in the UK with no requirement for presents and heavy decorating so the celebrants can just relax. I thought if I went to Cambridge it would create a scandal if I stayed in his rooms, but I could get a place nearby and he could sleep with me there. Now that won’t be necessary as we will be together in London. Though he has promised me that he can get us into the Wren Library after hours where I have always wanted to have sex with him in the stacks.   

 

Night dive-sex and body-doubling

Baker’s Bay Virgin Gorda

The Photo: Looking east from the hills above Baker’s Bay, Virgin Gorda, BVI

Night diving in Lost Cove: The tides usually swing much less than 2 feet so from a depth perspective that’s not a problem. However, the current can be especially at night with an outgoing tide and there is always the danger of getting caught in the outflow of the aquifer which returning readers will remember flows in a trench along the north wall of the cove into the bay. Someone who isn’t careful could be swept out into the bay and well away from land if caught in the aquifer current or an outgoing tide.

Tide concerns: The second low tide on Friday May 22^nd was at 4:04 PM and the following high was at 11:36 PM on the 22^nd.  We will go out around 6:00 PM and the camera crew can film as the sun sets until about 8:00 PM with the actors in only trunks, bikinis and SCUBA. After that the rest of us can play around having night scuba-sex until about midnight. The idea of night diving on an incoming tide is to lessen the likelihood of being accidently swept out into the bay. We will be equipped with buoyancy compensators, emergency strobe lights and electronic beacons in case we get separated or in trouble, but if everything goes well it should be fun.

For comfort and safety I’ve had three 500 lb. concrete mooring blocks with titanium rings in the tops sunk into the sand at a point in the cove that is about 40 feet deep. To the rings are attached cables with clip-on rings every 5 feet held taunt by surface buoys with lights on them.  Couples interested in dive-sex can tether themselves by attaching an ankle leash to a cable ring on the buoy cable and choose a depth. Most chose to go no deeper than 10 or 15 feet as water cools with depth and in trunks and bikinis a couple can chill quickly which affects a man’s performance. Being tethered to the bottom if their minds are distracted by more pleasurable things a couple should be able avoid being swept into the bay.

We had a lovely evening of night dive-sex. It went really well and we had no misadventures. There were 4 of us Marvin (Morning Wood my primary lover and psychiatrist) and a good friend Anya with her lover Paul. Afterward we had a late dinner of steaks as we degassed. It went so well that we are going to do it again tonight as the tides are only about 30 minutes later. As an aside for long time readers of this blog I have been disappointed that there are no dolphins in the cove right now, so cross species sex doesn’t seem likely this trip.

Dive-sex for newbies: Anya is staying with Paul, the Swan Twins’ (Odette and Odile) father who owns the estate adjoining mine on Lost Cove. She and Paul are diving with us and since Paul had never had dive-sex Anya gave him his initial experience which he handled very well according to Anya. He has a large, but not spectacular package knows how to make the most of it in pleasing a partner, is a considerate lover and I think is in love with Anya. He and Anya have been down twice a day when Anya wasn’t being an extra along with the rest of the women in the porn video being shot.

The Gemini, Castor and Pollux, arrived from Vegas two days ago to be with Odette and Odile. They had never had dive-sex in open water so the swan twins are having a wonderful time introducing the boys to a new experience in open water which, given the men’s sexual experience is quite an accomplishment, but then few men have willing women and access to a private cove.  It’s nice having different men here as sex partners. Not that the usual boyfriends aren’t lovely, but variety is the spice of life and I think that’s true for the men as well.

Being totally new to dive-sex or new to having dive-sex in open water the men all take a performance enhancer like Viagra to help ensure they don’t go soft at a critical time in the encounter. And since they haven’t been around many of us much in the last several months I had all the new men take full panel STI tests and test negative as a requirement before joining us. That way not only are we safe, but the guys may have an opportunity to participate as extras in the porn video.  It’s great to have three new men we can enjoy swapping with our regular partners and Marvin doesn’t mind as long as he can watch another man try to fuck my brains out before Marvin tries it himself.

Memorial Day: There has been an increase in tourists in the bay in the last few days which I think is due to the Memorial Day holiday in the U.S. which is the official start of the summer tourist season. There are better deals to be had in the BVIs than in the USVIs so the beach resorts are full and the rented yachts are coming into the cove more often, but that’s not stopped the porn video production. 

Porn video progress: Two of the main actresses got food poisoning from some of the special health foods one of them eats regularly and shared with the other. They have been seriously ill for the last several days and were so sick that they were flown to Charlotte Amalie for treatment where the doctors say it was botulism.  It was unfortunate for them, but gave some of the rest of us an opportunity for larger roles in the video and I’m body doubling the star who has my build and breast size as she is supposed to be a ballerina on holiday with some friends from the company she dances with. Of course it includes scenes of daily ballet classes where the company members on holiday take class in bikinis and pointe shoes and include the mandatory scenes of ballet-sex where the woman is penetrated from behind while en pointe, feet a la seconde, bent over holding on to the barre.

I’m body doubling the ballet-sex scenes since none of the porn actresses can remain en pointe long enough to be taken that way. Close-ups of me inserting a very worn diaphragm – there is a thin spot in the latex dome (caught by the camera) which will develop into a hole leading to the unintended pregnancy of the heroine -  while her partner watches, then changing to a fresh pair of Gaynor hard shanked pointes and doing a few stretches, me positioning myself facing the barre en pointe a la second bending over holding on to the barre with both hands, him spreading my labia and positioning the unprotected tip of his dripping erection at my introits ready to enter me and then penetration as with a single stroke he is all the way into my anterior fornix and out pubic bones hit. I gasp and moan feeling his hard hot wetness fill me and I shudder in delight. It’s a bit of extra thrill to know I’m doing this in front of a camera so thousands of people will pay to see me do what I enjoy most.

Another opportunity arose this morning when a gorgeous 120 ft. sailing yacht entered the bay and anchored. The Director had the camera crew shoot the yacht to use as background filler, but everyone became far more interested when a couple came on deck and had sex on a large air mattress. It’s amazing how sharp the images captured at great distances are when shot with a really good lens and digital technology. It was as though they were across the room as we watched on a large monitor in real-time. Watching the man strip her  then go down on her and finally fuck her senseless with her legs locked around his waist and her nails clawing his back as she screamed during repeated orgasms was some of the best sex I’ve ever seen caught on camera.  The close-ups are amazingly clear and the couple are easily recognizable to anyone who knows them so there will be a bit of digital trickery done to put porn actors faces on the couple when the few minutes to white hot sex is included in the video.

Second thoughts and a change in plan

Canna Lilies the traditional flower of St. Canna according to Barony custom

Royal pressure: In my December 31^st post entitled “My Welsh roots” the trip to the muniment rooms of Blackthorn Castle and its chapel in the Cambrian mountains of Wales was on Monday the 29^th though it would have been much better weather had we waited a day. On Wednesday Dec 31^st I received a telegram sent to Crag Abbey, from the College of Arms that my succession to the title and dignity of the Barony of Blackthorn, as the 23^rd Baroness had been successfully vetted and was approved and I should expect to accept the associated documents that were being hand carried to Crag Abbey on January 1^st.  After I accepted the papers in front of His Grace, Jack and Marvin they toasted me with some 30 y/o Macallan scotch and that was that.

His Grace thinks pressure was applied from Sandringham since he had mentioned my situation to HRH while on a hunting outing more than two weeks ago with the view to getting my application for the title approved in time that I could receive the elevation as a New Years Presentation. I’ve mentioned before that His Grace is very pleased I’m no longer pursuing his only son and heir as husband material. I just wasn’t aware of how seriously he was taking the project to get me out of the way while not endangering the celebration of the four celestial Sabbats of the Old Ways at Location Z.

Now that we know my parents were married when I was born in the U.S. I have dual citizenship since in addition to being a U.S citizen I am also considered a British citizen which cleared up any possible ambiguity about my being able to accept the title w/o having to renounce my American citizenship. I already have a British passport. For more about this topic see the article HERE.

Nobility in Modern America: “The U.S. cannot grant titles of nobility, and foreigners who are naturalized must renounce all titles, but there is nothing that prevents a U.S. citizen from inheriting a title from abroad and using it as he pleases, unless it leads him or her to pledge allegiance to a foreign power, a case which could be grounds for loss of citizenship.” For more about this topic see the article HERE.

The Blackthorn Barony – second thoughts: Now that the title is mine the enormous responsibility of it has begun to sink in.  I will of course retain the domestic and administrative staff and the Chamberlain of the Household who oversees most aspects of the Barony until I see if there is deadwood anywhere or if the Baroness had continued to insist on excellent service even as her health deteriorated.

I had asked Charles, my Chamberlain of the Household (COH), come to Crag Abbey on January 2^nd to give me the security codes for the various property alarms and financial accounts and an overview of the various holdings and he will accompany Marvin and me on a tour of the properties. His Grace, Jacks father, has recommended a firm of auditors to thoroughly inspect the books to see exactly what businesses the Baroness had financial interests in so I will have a professional unbiased opinion of the true financial soundness of the Barony. I have no reason to suspect that there is anything wrong, but it’s best to give the finances a thorough scrubbing.

My second thoughts come late at night when I can’t sleep. It hadn’t occurred to me that as Baroness I would be responsible for the livelihood of at least several hundred people in just the running of the castle, Priory and the timber and mining interests in the general area. My responsibility may extend to many more in other aspects of the Baroness’s empire that I’m not presently aware of from the overview. And I’ll be moving to the UK so I’ll be leaving a lot of friends behind and uprooting my inner circle as well. Technically I could have renounced the title, but the Barony is mine by heredity right and who would care for it and the lives involved if I abandoned them?

I will not do that! I know, my detractors think I’m a libertine or immoral, but abandoning my responsibilities is not what I do! I’m so fortunate that Marvin is by my side! He is helping me work through these thoughts to come to logical and satisfactory decisions in so many things involving how I will relate to the responsibilities of running the Barony. He keeps telling me that my predecessor left the Barony in good shape with good people in charge and that I am a quick study and will do just fine. I hope that turns out to be the case.

A change in Plan: I had intended to take my four wards, Marvin and Anya along with their dancer bedmates to Lost Cove on Virgin Gorda for a few days of relaxation before they return to classes at UNLV which begin on January 20^th. However, now that I have immediate responsibilities in trying to assure a seamless transition of authority as the 23^rd Baroness Blackthorn I am going to stay here. I don’t suppose my wards will complain too loudly to have two weeks to do what they like in London while living at Blackthorn House (The Baroness’s London home) in Belgravia with their male escorts and Anya as their Dominatrix while I get a crash course in the Barony’s operation. I had Charles (COH) call Blackthorn House and alert the staff that they should expect five couples Anya, Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile and their male escorts to be in residence through at least the 19^th of January. They will ride down with me on the train from Inverness and we will be met at Euston station on January 6th. Then I’ll be immediately traveling on to Caersws and Blackthorn Castle.

It’s not quite as though I’m being thrown in the deep end w/o knowing how to swim as I  had some oversight of the casino’s books and the auditors will be giving everything a good scrubbing. So unless some irregularities are found I don’t expect to change any of the team that has been running the family business for years and apparently has it running quite nicely, thank you very much. It’s just that I’ll be on a steep learning curve for a while.

Travel by rail: Actually, a helicopter would be the thing to have to get between Blackthorn Castle and London and wherever else Barony properties are in the UK and of course to Inverness for Sabbat celebrations at Location Z.  But the weather can be so bad and a helicopter can carry so few people that it isn’t practical for me. Depending on the time of day and day of the week scheduled rail travel between the Station at Caersws which is relatively close to Blackthorn Castle and London can take from three to fourteen hours and you have to put up with other passengers and National Rail food. So, I’ve had my private Pullman car brought up to Inverness. OMG! That sounds so strange, “my private Pullman car”! This way I can hold meetings with the Barony staff and the auditors and have decent food cooked by my own chefs aboard while we are traveling and the car will sleep sixteen in great comfort. And as I mentioned earlier after Twelfth Night, January 5^th, I’m taking my wards to London on it and picking up an auditing team to take with me to the castle.

Security: I’ve already been told by my security chief that I shouldn’t fly the flag with the Barony’s arms over Blackthorn House or even the Castle when I’m in residence as Edith, the 22^nd Baroness, did. And I’ve approved an increase in the number of HD all-weather security cams at Blackthorn House and at several other key locations as security recommended. Now I also have a two man security detail 24/7 as well. Sigh! The 2012 Bentley which is kept in London for travel in the area was already heavily armored against kidnap attempts which, given that I am female, single and will have a much higher social profile than my predecessor in her later years, seems more likely. So I am told. Welcome to the Peerage!

 

 

The Halloween orgy, Bea gets a KM SL-17B

OMG! Where am I supposed to put all that?

The photo: One of the Halloween party’s guests rehearsing a ‘spontaneous’ comment to adlib when admiring her partner’s erection. She is wearing a mask that was supposed to hide her identity. Well, it was a fantasy theme party after all.

Pole Dancing: While their breasts have been adjusting to their new size since going on Yaz Odette and Odile have been mounting their boyfriends, the Gemini, astride where they can sit on their lover’s shaft and rock back and forth – which they are calling ‘pole dancing’ - while wearing a sports bra to minimizing their breast movement. They hadn’t been able to stand the pain of having their nipples sucked or fingered and Chris said the pain could continue for another two cycles, but it seems to have become much less in the last several days as we approached Halloween. Breast pain is something that isn’t talked about too much when starting the pill although I tried to tell them before hand. They went ahead and tried the pill and aside from the breast pain they are really pleased with their growth to C-cups. Given they have been on Yaz for only one cycle I thought they did extremely well bare breasted at Adolph’s party and even allowed some breast fondling while not turning any admirers away.  

The Halloween orgy: Getting the last of the results from the prospective participants full panel STI tests went right down to the wire, but all tested negative so there was no fear of getting an STI from any of the fifty people involved in unprotected sexual encounters.

Adolph’s party went well with nonstop encounters with half the women in GM pointes – the trophy wives wore toe-shoes of traditional materials - and on our toes before, during and after the food. Gaynor Minden had come through and sent the three pairs each of suede tipped pointes FedEx over night three days after the order was placed in the six mistresses sizes so they could get used to the superior traction that suede platforms provide when en pointe which was good to have as we weren’t working on sprung Marley floors and the likelihood of spilled drinks and bodily secretions on the floors was high so slipping while balanced on the platforms of traditional pointes even when the satin had been cut off was a real possibility.  

The wives who came with the twelve male guests who arrived on the day of the party met with me in the afternoon just so I could check on their contraception methods.  All were trophy wives fifteen or more years younger than their husbands. All were former ballet dancers, were under thirty, were on birth control and understood that they were going to be passed around like the rest of the women for sex with multiple partners. They had kept in shape as they all understood they were married for their looks, personalities, ballet bodies and pelvic ability. Not necessarily in that order. They all brought several pairs of pointe shoes and only two wore Gaynors. They had all been to this sort of party before and thought they knew what to expect, but I told them about the ballet-sex fetish theme just so afterward no one could say, “I had no idea!” It was too late for me to get any of them to change shoes anyway so I just thought to myself, “Good luck on your toes.”

Secretion protection:  I fitted the wives with generic Sports Plugs since there was no time to custom fit them and they worked effectively for secretion collection to prevent coital discharge from running down the thighs and splattering shoes. Sports plugs are usually custom fitted to provide effective clitoral protection. The generic variety just provides a vulvar shield with the same locking ridge that fits behind the pubic bone.  

It’s a device roaming Escorts wear at this sort of multi-partner party to collect coital discharge and is worn by all women at a party so one can be chosen to be raffled off and have her first lover of the evening remove her sports plug and suck on it as a signal that the sexual encounters have begun. This party version of the plug has a cup on the posterior end which when the plug is inserted immediately after ejaculation and partner withdrawal collects her partner’s ejaculate as it liquefies. Then she can calmly and gracefully bourrée to the ladies room remove and empty the cup of her plug Kegel out the rest of his semen then wash and reinsert her plug for her next tryst.  

I also fitted anyone even considering getting in a swimming pool with a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm to protect their upper reproductive tract in case they had dive-sex. Five of them were fitted and none of them got in a pool while at Adolph’s. Well, better safe than sorry.

Meds for Men: On the afternoon of the party the men were offered their choice of Viagra or daily Cialis and most took one or the other to prevent any possible embarrassment while all proclaimed they really didn’t need it.

Stamina and thrust-drop: Returning readers will recall that thrust-drop usually occurs when a small woman is penetrated from the rear while en pointe by a tall man.  With couples who are mismatched in size that way when the man is at maximum thrust depth he is likely to lift his partner off the floor where she is briefly held aloft on the base of his penis with his hands on her hips to prevent her toppling to one side or the other.

When he withdraws the woman is dropped back on to the platforms of her pointes forcing her toes painfully into the blocks of her shoes, hence the name-thrust-drop. In toe-shoes made of traditional materials (hessian, leather, pasteboard, satin and paste) the discomfort from thrust-drop can be minimized to a certain extent by taping and padding the toes, but the pounding from being repeatedly dropped and the sweat from her feet will cause the blocks to soften quickly reducing the protection and support of the shoes.

A woman wearing Gaynor Minden pointes is spared a great deal of that pain by thick platform pads in all GM shoes as well as being cushioned by taped toes and toe-pads. The unitized polymer box and shank assembly won’t melt or deform so retains its support even when the thrust-drop is from considerable height.

I had a good idea of what the six mistresses could do on their toes and how they reacted to thrust-drop from the days I trained with them. I got my first look at the bodies and feet of the twelve trophy wives before and during our warm-up barre just before the party started and I was pleased with what I saw. The barre was necessary to get the twenty-five women: twelve trophy wives, six mistresses and the seven in my circle (Anya, Bea, Willow, Odette, Odile, Kassi and me) all wearing only pointe shoes, sports plugs and masks warmed up for walking around en pointe for much of the rest of the evening. The eighteen married men were augmented by seven stags, including Adolph, with whom my circle and I were initially paired.

Kassi and the seven stags: Adolph had chosen his Halloween party to introduce Kassi as his Manager of Special Services. The title covers a multiuse of functions and will benefit from Kassi’s hypersexuality which was on display as during the four hours of the party, from 9:00 PM to 1:00 AM, she took the seven stags as well as other male guests repeatedly while thoroughly enjoying herself and afterward had energy to burn and vaginally she was unharmed.  The GyneFix served her well.  

Toe trouble: The wives had obviously kept in great shape and their stamina was excellent, but it was the thrust-drop especially when with men of much greater height that caused almost all of them grief in the form of bloody toes even when taped and wearing toe pads and changing to dry shoes several times. But they didn’t give up and all made it through the evening. However, I’m sure it was an evening that many of the wives want to forget. The mistresses I trained and my circle all in Gaynors ended the evening with sore feet, but in good condition and still able to enjoy ourselves.

After-party foot care: All twenty-five women gathered in one of Adolph’s lounges to relax and have our feet looked at by my podiatrist and his assistant who treated our blisters, cracked or split nails and leg and foot cramps while we iced our feet drank sports drinks to replace the electrolytes we lost from sweat during the long evening on our toes and compared notes about the men we had as partners that evening.

I think this year Adolph managed a successful Halloween party w/o running a woman through the wood chipper, which I’ve been asking him to stop for years.

Bea is fitted with her own KM SL-17B: She has begun training to use a SL-17B helmet as a Towel girl‘s special service at Splash since Adolph is going to offer KM dive-sex as a premium (Red Door) service. That means Bea is being promoted to a Red Door level Towel Girl. Some divers on the stage crews of water shows at major casinos in town have become interested in hardhat dive-sex and are asking for it.  Actually, hardhat dive-sex is something I’ve been trying to get Adolph to offer for several years as a seasonal service because the oil rig crews in the Gulf of Mexico which have a lot of hardhat divers in them have the money and have been asking for it. But the demand from them is typically seasonal as we get most of the oil rig guys when the rigs are evacuated during hurricanes. I’m not sure there is the demand locally to make it profitable all year w/o the price being too high for the local guys. Adolph says it will be a test and he will offer it with Bea as the draw since with her age and looks she has so many clients she is booked several weeks in advance.  

 

Boot worship

Alexandra Potter in Kassiopeya ballet boots

The Photo: The incomparable Alexandria Potter’s legs in Kassiopeya PVC ankle boots showing tight lacing and the toe boxes just beginning to dent and collapse. Not even Alexandra Potter can avoid the toe-boxes of her boots collapsing after a while if she wears Kassiopeya boots. Of course AP can afford new boots and write off the cost as a business expense. Similar boots are currently on offer from Kassiopeya 44 on eBay for $90 USD.

The Swan Twins and the Gemini: I’ve concluded that Odette and Odile aren’t going to be as obsessed with pointe shoes as I’d once hoped. Having seen that they really aren’t interested in making the effort to become proficient seductress in pointes like Willow or a younger version, Bea I’m glad they are at least interested in being the best they can be in ballet-boots and are becoming regulars at the Boot Bar escorted by Castor and Pollux. Returning readers will remember that the Castor and Pollux are the sons of a rival casino owner and when they first met the Swan Twins it was lust at first sight.

Although the Swan Twins are eighteen and technically adults (the ID they use for clubbing says they are twenty-one) as Odette and Odile’s guardian I spoke to the Gemini’s father to make sure everyone understood that there wasn’t to be any attempt by the brothers to force themselves on the girls. Romance or seduction is fine, but consenting relationships is the name of the game.  And a condition of the relationships is that the Gemini must take and pass full panel STI tests each week just like the Swan Twins. Public ejaculation into the spider filament laces of the twins boots while the men are on their knees creates a great deal of excitement with the other women in the club as it emboldens the other male guests by showing that it’s safe to demonstrate lust and submission by inseminating a girlfriend’s boot laces w/o worrying about being made fun of for it.

Toe-tape action at Naughty Pleasures: Bea while walking confidently and performing brilliantly in ballet-boots is obsessed with being the best she can be in pointe-shoes which, as returning readers know or from wearing them yourselves, is a far more difficult shoe to wear confidently and expertly for long intervals on ones toes. The great thing about Bea is that she not only has the talent, but the interest and drive so is willing to put in the training time to be successful.

Bea, Willow, Anya and I have been frequenting Naughty Pleasures pointe-shoe mini-club, Toe-tape, as often as we can, It’s primarily to present Bea to the pointe-shoe fetish community in a relatively safe environment and having Willow and Anya with us helps to draw men to our table where we are all paid court to with suitors on their knees to request a dance. The more aggressive ones ask permission to stain our shoes and ribbons with their semen. As I’ve mentioned in writing about Toe-tape (the club) before all the guests have been screened for STIs and are negative so there is no danger of someone coating our shoes with infected seed and it slows the depositor down if he then seeks and is granted permission to be intimate with one of us. 

Adolph’s boot party: Adolph is hosting a group of European ballet boot fetishists along with their courtesans for a tour of the fetish clubs in town and in LA. I’ve been preparing Bea and Willow for some time to meet them. Increasing the weight of Ben Wa sets and practicing walking running and dancing in BBs as well as teaching Bea and Willow some basic boot fighting techniques as some European courtesans are known to be very aggressive with women they suspect of being a threat to their relationship with a client. The Swan Twins while they say they are into ballet boots and can walk adequately in them are more into posing and receiving boot worship than actually performing and since Adolph said the accompanying women are experts in performing on their toes in ballet boots only Bea, Willow, Anya and I attended the welcoming party knowing we would be passed around. We brought four of Pirates best male escorts for the courtesan’s pleasure. For this sort of party Adolph usually has a small lottery where his women are ‘won” by the European male guests for ballet-sex. Our clinic already had a current negative full STI panel for each of Adolph’s guests both male and female so there shouldn’t be any problem there. Of the German men we were paired with for sex none are older than their mid 40s, are very well endowed, have very high sperm counts and expect to penetrate a female partner while unprotected so it was pleasure as usual as that is typically the circumstances under which we train. The women were allowed to use whatever effective method of contraception we choose or none at all.

Cycling, synchrony and cervical barriers: The guests arrived on Sunday May 4^th when I was CD 2 and flowing lightly. I’m pleased to say that all my wards and Anya were also menstrual as they are in synchrony with my cycle. I was surprised that Anya is too, but she synched up again in just two cycles. I think Adolph timed his friends visit to coincide with our menses as he asked where I was in my cycle when making the arrangements and said that the men all enjoy menstrual sex. Because I have a very stable 28 day cycle all my wards and Anya do too, as long as they remain synched with me. For surface sex they can go w/o cervical barriers and I can go w/o a cervical barrier (which readers remember I use as my primary method of contraception) through CD7 when I will have stopped bleeding and become fertile about CD8. Of course if there is any dive-sex we all wear latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragms for flood insurance as they are almost impossible to under-thrust.

Of course we all wore latex catsuits and Gepetto’s lightly armored boots with spider filament laces and lace splitter heels. Returning readers will recall that spider filament laces are almost impossible to break or cut and lace splitter heels have the inside heel edge honed to a very sharp edge to easily cut an adversary’s laces  when forced into them if it comes to a fight. New for us, rather than our regular black oiled leather we wore them in pink (Bea and Willow) and white (Anya and I) PVC to fit in with the European women guests vinyl boots. Our vinyl’s have waterproof tongues so semen, blood or urine splattered in the laces won’t leak inside and semen and blood easily wipe off vinyl. Adolph said the European women would be wearing black or gray vinyl Kassiopeya ballet boots and they are. Readers will be familiar with Kassiopeya as the maker of the boots Alexandra Potter is often photographed wearing.

The sleep-over: We slept over at Adolph’s place the first night with our assigned partners and they all had marvelous stamina. Bea, Willow Anya and I are all dominant to at least some degree and our partners, while at the top of their fields in business are sexually submissive so we assertively controlled the frequency of intercourse and gave them sex at least four times that night. It was fun to watch my guy in his mid thirties trying to keep it up for the fifth time and I ended up ripple gripping him to a massive orgasm after which he passed out. I think Bea, Willow Anya and I were a success with our German partners as I overheard them talking before breakfast about establishing a training regimen for their female partners to tighten their grips.

The plan was for Adolph to take the eight Germans and Abigail (Abi) the manager of his underwater sex club, Splash, as his arm candy to LA to do the club scent there for several days.   They flew over in Limnaea II are staying at the Beverley Hills Hotel and hired a stretch limo for around town. Fortunately they flew as there is a major problem on the 15 when a fire during construction of an overpass earlier this week just East of Cajon Pass caused the bridge to collapse which has closed the interstate for the last several days.

Mother’s day on Virgin Gorda: I’ve managed to get Willow, Odette and Odile’s end of year exams pulled up so (it’s amazing what a big donor to the school can get done when she tries) they will finish this Friday and we will leave for my place on Virgin Gorda to celebrate Mothers day with The Duchess and her children, Jack and Fiona and Fiona’s daughter Cyndi all of whom will be coming to stay with the Duchess. I’m hosting a Mother’s Day party for the Duchess and Fiona this Sunday to celebrate. As usual His Grace has generously loaned us the use of his sailboat the Wanton Lass IV for the duration of our stay.

 

Ballet dancers, foot worship and Toe-tape

A ballerina’s feet & Freed Classics

The Photo: A Royal Ballet dancers feet showing the prominence of the toe joints after years on her toes. Beautiful feet, no bunions! You can see how the throat of the vamp just covers the toe joints so there is no pinching to limit her roll on to demi-pointe, but her knuckles are prevented from overflowing the box when she is over the front edge of her platforms. It takes a lot of effort to keep a dancer’s feet in excellent condition after the punishment they are subjected to on a daily basis.

Ballet and foot worship: Foot worship goes back at least as far back as the 10^th or 11^th centuries in Imperial China and binding of women’s feet into the lotus shape thought beautiful at the time. It also restricted the woman’s movement something the men undoubtedly found convenient, for them.  Fast forward 900 years to 1842 in Russia where, after Marie Taglioni’s (April 23, 1804 – April 24, 1884) last performance in the country and at the height of the "cult of the ballerina", a pair of her pointe shoes were sold for two hundred rubles, to be cooked, served with a sauce and eaten by a group of balletomanes. While it may not be common knowledge the status of the ballerina as a goddess of foot worship is still very much alive and well in the 21^st century.

I am routinely asked for my old dead pointes, but I burn them when the deshanked ones are no longer suitable for class. Otherwise I’d be continually posting dead pairs off to some man to masturbate in, not that there’s anything wrong with that… what ever works is ok with me. As it is we have guys go dumpster diving looking for old shoes. Of course some other dancers do give away dead shoes and throw away old semen stained leotards and tights too. I’m not interested in stopping the collection of women’s soiled dancewear by fetishists. I’m just not going to help add to some collectors cum rags.

Morning Wood and Jenna’s feet: Marvin has never metatarsal he didn’t like. He always wants to play with Jenna’s (and therefore my) feet and suck my toes as foreplay, which would be fine if my feet were an erogenous zone for me, but not so much in reality. I’d much rather him milk me or insert two fingers inside me and  fondle my G-spot through the thin stretchy latex dome of my Reflexions.

Toe-tape a new Mini-club: Our Casino/Resort has opened ‘Toe-tape’, a ballet club for adventuresome young women who want to show off their feet and legs for admiring men. I know the name sounds like it should be a Chick band, but we tested it and found it’s the sort of name that appeals to young highly motivated female dancers craving excitement.

There is a dress code of sorts, for women, but only one hard and fast rule. All women must be wearing and able to walk confidently in pointe shoes. That  prevents women who can only wear ballet-boots from monopolizing the club when they don’t have the skill and training to confidently wear pointes and women in ballet-boots have the Boot Bar which is just down the arcade at Naughty’s from Toe-tape. You would think that after a hard day on their feet or in pointe class that would be a turn-off, but that’s not the case. The sort of women Toe-tape attracts are the ones who want to flaunt their skill in pointe shoes from years of ballet training and are willing to stand the discomfort while seeking male companionship using their feet and legs in addition to other feminine assets to attract admirers. It turns out there are a surprising number of us who fit that description.

Other requirements for patrons of Toe-tape are: Guests must be at least eighteen and have a current and negative full STI panel on file. The STI panel is a hurdle some prospective members struggle with initially, but when it’s explained that it is for the guest’s protection as much as the club’s liability almost all consent and provide one. And since most of the girls have had a condom burst or come off inside them they understand the need if casual sex is to be available on premises. There is no cover charge for women, but there is a fifteen dollar charge for men and leg men willingly pay it. There are s few busty statuesque chorus girls in pointes who come in, but the ballet crowd is much smaller 5 feet 5 inches on average with slim hips and high firm breasts.

I’ve had Anna taking the girls to Toe-tape after they finish work with their assigned escort trainees just to add some teen blood in the mix. Bea’s ID showing she’s eighteen is excellent so she has had no trouble getting in and has been very popular with some conventioneers in town who were thinking ahead and were tested for STIs  before coming to Vegas. Do we believe the paper they give us? No we don’t, but we hack the computers of the labs the reports supposedly come from to check and so far no male guest has tried to pass bad paper.

Pointe shoes at Toe-tape: No matter which maker and style pointes the guests wear to perform or take class in almost all wear Gaynor Minden pre-arched hard shanked shoes when they come to Toe-tape because no one when a guest here is concerned with proper classical technique, we all want our feet to be well supported and as comfy en pointe as possible while we enjoy casual sex with  Mr. right now.

 

World Economic Forum 2014

Davos, Switzerland Site of the 2014 World Economic Forum

An offer I couldn’t refuse: When we were At Crag Abbey for Christmas His Grace asking if I would like to help with entertaining at this years World Economic Forum in Davos and I said sure, as though it was really going to happen. Well, be careful what you agree to. Of course I didn’t really have to go through with it, but having my performers dancing as entertainment at private parties and having my wards able to mingle with many of the world’s movers and shakers was an opportunity not to be missed. It was a huge rush when I found the Duke really wanted my group as we provide a level of secure personalized entertainment that few other groups offer.  Fortunately we were again ahead of the storm landing at Dulles to pick up Fiona and Colin.                                                                                                            

The theme for the four day World Economic Forum 2014 January 22 -25 in Davos, Switzerland will be: “The reshaping of the world: consequences for society, politics and business”. The time in Davos is GMT+1 which is 6 hrs. ahead of eastern standard and 9 hours ahead of Pacific Standard Time so we are working with a bit of jet lag.

Arrival: We arrived on Monday (Jan 20^th) when I was CD9 and fertile again as were my wards whose cycles have all synchronized to mine as we sweat in the studios and gyms so much together. I should ovulate the last day of the forum, Saturday the 25^th.Since His Graces patron, for whom he is arranging our attendance, has deep pockets my dancers, 4 girls and 2 boys, flew Business class to Zurich International (ZRH) and a car picked them up and took them to the hotel in Davos some 78 miles from Zurich. Anya, Fiona and Major Tree, my wards and I flew in to ZRH on Limnaea II my G650. No, I didn’t pay full price for it!  I’ll write about it when I have time, because the Government still gives really amazing tax breaks on small businesses buying private aircraft. The first thing we did after landing at Zurich and passing through customs was get our Forum credentials packs and clip-on badges with our photos on them. Otherwise we couldn’t have gotten into the town itself much less the hotel. Fiona was responsible for getting us cleared… the major work had already been done months ago or we wouldn’t have been allowed near His Grace w/o all my girls and I being found harmless.

Accommodations: His Grace already has a small hotel in the best part of town that he had completely renovated over the summer with only twenty-five suites and a set of five soundproof meeting rooms as well as three fully equipped encounter sallies. It is just the sort of place I would have designed and it fit perfectly the design I proposed when Jack (his Graces son) asked me how I would design an intimate hotel perfect for very private business meetings, assignations, rendezvous and trysts.

Anya, Fiona and Maj. Tree are involved with hotel and guest security while Tanaquil is overseeing the scheduling of most of the girls with meeting attendees who have interests in common with those of His Grace while my wards are available for those attendees who are of especial interest and are kinked toward rubber, ballet (boots and shoes) and very tight pussy.  The week off from school was explained as a research project for a whitepaper required for an economics course. For Bea it was an opportunity to dance in an international setting for ballet extra credit. I’m available for men who are interested in a woman in her early 40s who looks like she is in her early 30s and who can fuck their brains out. Surprisingly, since my dance card is full, not every man in Davos is after 19 y/o pussy and there are a great many submissive men in the field of economics so my riding crop has been getting a workout, though I do have to be careful not to mark a partner where it can be seen during a presentation.  

Fortunately Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile have been working with their male escort candidate partners so they have amazingly tight vaginal muscle tone and stamina. They won’t have much rest during the four day conference, but will get to meet intimately some very famous businessmen and academics.

Cum sluts and conventional morality

Male spoor from an arboretum encounter

Cyndi and the swan twin’s reputations: As first year students at UNLV the girls are already the object of considerable interest to returning male upper classmen. Perhaps that’s because of their looks, but more likely because of their sophistication as they seem far more worldly than most forth year women on campus. Scholastically their course material shouldn’t be a problem as they are astoundingly bright and can dazzle in class w/o lording it over their fellow students. It’s learning to successfully avoid the rocks and shoals of conventional morality while leading far different private lives that can be tricky. That is where their feminine wiles will stand them in such good stead.

While I’m training them in the skills of fetish escorts and they go bareback with their male trainers in my classes they absolutely must use condoms for STI protection and limit their partners at school or they will quickly be considered cum-sluts. They already have far better pelvic technique than most other women at their school (A few professional escorts are enrolled there as well.) and shouldn’t flaunt it, but when they take lovers at UNLV the men will almost certainly brag to their buds about “the amazingly tight girlfriend I have”. Limiting their UNLV partners has, so far, not been a problem as all three love being in demand and are reveling in being pursued socially while withholding their favors until they get to know their suitors better. Some of their girlfriends are already jealous because the twins cause men to stop and stare. Of course they have been on campus only two weeks and the swan twins just having come off Beyaz have only now become fertile and are experiencing the surge of hormones that makes many of us, especially young very fertile women, desperate for a man. With that in mind I’m making sure that they have an assortment of sizes of Japanese super-sheer latex condoms in their purses so when the time comes they can tell the lucky men, “no glove no love” and mean it.

The Duke arrives: The old bull has come out to inspect his granddaughter’s, Cyndi’s, living conditions and school. He can’t understand why she is studying since a gap year generally means the student takes a break from studying before moving on to university. Since Cyndi lives with me her living conditions are luxurious, compared to student housing so that’s no problem. The University admin is falling all over themselves being nice to him hoping for some financial support, like him endowing a chair in one of the arts or sciences. That’s very unlikely as even though he’s English he’s every bit as parsimonious as a Scotsman. He came west on Limnaea, my G550, which stopped in Edinburgh for him as well as Jack (Viscount Sandbach) his son. At Dulles they refueled and picked up Fiona, Cyndi’s mom, who brought along her BoyToy (Maj. Colin Tree) so I’ve been draining English semen for the last few days and loving it!

His Grace knows my drill if he wants bareback sex so he arrived with a recent negative full STI panel and a semen analysis which shows that at his age he is still quite potent, a fact of which he’s very proud. So none of his female admirers should think he is shooting blanks and protect themselves accordingly. However, the old bull does use a performance enhancing medication to make sure his body can keep up with his libido. Jack is sleeping with me, Fiona with Colon and my four girls Bea, Cyndi, Odette and Odile each have their own small suites and they sleep with their trainers as part of their escort training.  

His Grace has his own large suite in which he entertains a different fetish escort every night. His routine is the same. The flavor-of-the-day first gives him oral (and swallows) to take the edge off and make him last at least long enough that she might have an orgasm. After which she helps him into a securely fitting condom. Then after helping him insert himself (he has a marvelously thick shaft) she squeezes him so tight his pre-ejaculate is pushed out of the tip and around his shaft after which she can easily pull the condom off and he finishes bareback coating her cervix with semen. He just loves that they can pull a properly fitting condom off while he is erect and hard! I didn’t think the swan twins have that strong a grip yet and they are jealous of Bea because she is only 16 and can already do it easily. That has turned out to be an amazing motivator for the twins to do their pelvic exercises.

Having John’s father in residence is one of the few times I like to use my large dining room table, heavy linen tablecloths and the good china and silver. I brought in kitchen and serving staff (working for me on their own time) from the casino’s exclusive restaurant so that we can all enjoy meals together. And invite dinner guests like Anya who is in town and Chris (our Gyn), Pirate (who runs our escort service) and Adolph (who owns the deep water training facility). The guys bring along some of our casinos best fetish escorts, as dinner partners/arm candy to show them off to His Grace so Himself can select a partner for the evening.

His Grace And the swan twins: The old bull loves the thrill of getting off inside gorgeous teens in public places while avoiding getting caught so I had already warned the twins that he might be interested in getting to know them biblically in public and they found the prospect exciting, especially Odile who like me has a thing for risky sex. They both have had no discomfort or bleeding from their GyneFix placements on Saturday (September 7^th) and when they were introduced to His Grace he took an immediate liking to them. A day or two later he asked Odile (who had been chatting him up at every opportunity) if she would show him the University Arboretum as he said he was interested to see the desert flora on display. Having been warned about his interest she was prepared. She gladly accepted and off they went.

Before they left I made sure she had some large super-sheer condoms and was wearing a party panty (a thong with an absorbent gusset) under her short sage jersey skirt and a lighter sheer sage silk blouse that allowed her to blend in with the shrubbery. She was barelegged and wore old sage dyed Gaynor pointes as I’d told her the old bull is fond of women in toe-shoes. I wasn’t sure how she would do being taken from behind which is his fave position as she had only been taken in that position while en pointe by her trainers. I made sure she was wearing toe-pads with her Gaynors which with the internal platform padding I hoped would protect her from thrust-drop. But Himself gets off quickly and is usually interested in his own pleasure not his partner’s so I thought in GMs she could probably stay on her toes until he came in her.

I was right. When they came back he was very pleased and even after doing SETs (Kegels to expel his semen) she was still draining ejaculate into the gusset of her party thong. He’d had her roll a condom on to him to see if her grip was strong enough to pull it off. And amazingly it was! It was her first time pulling a condom off a man other than one of her trainers and she was so excited about that! But she didn’t orgasm which left her frustrated. She was able to pull his condom off probably because on pointe her pelvic muscles were naturally clenched so any additional tightening, and she did have strong vaginal contractions that were maddeningly short of climax, was enough to force his pre-ejaculate down along the inside of the condom so he slipped out of it.

Iced toes and masturbation: When she went to freshen up I went with her and iced her feet to reduce the swelling from prolonged pointework. But first she squatted pushed down and with two fingers reached in and pulled out the condom that had been forced into her posterior fornix after he had slipped out of it. While she iced her toes she took a few minutes to quickly masturbate to orgasm using her Hitachi Magic Wand so she could release the blood still pooled in her pelvis because she had not been sexually satisfied and left uncomfortably bloated and frustrated.

She said that in the small clearings surrounded by thick shrubbery where she took him there were condoms and tampons littering the ground and bushes. The ground was still sodden in places from the showers we have had for the last few days, though the really heavy rains were well to the east of us. Her Gaynor pointes were a muddy mess, but the blocks and shanks came through undamaged and the ribbons and stitching held though the sage satin is now the color of sand.  Knowing he often leaves his partner’s unsatisfied I’d suggested she give herself a clitoral orgasm while he was taking her from behind, but she said she didn’t dare because they were almost seen by student couples and she couldn’t chance them hearing her moan or cry out in ecstasy. After showering she rejoined us and she was fine. Odette is now looking forward to her turn with Himself.

Going on vacation

Guess who’s going to Virgin Gorda on vacation.

Diaphragm fitting: The first of the St Lucy’s Summer Ballet Intensive classes began last week. One of the advantages of the St Lucy’s SBI is that the students get a chance to be adventuresome and push the envelope a bit. Offering a beginning dive-sex class as entertainment has really increased the interest in taking ballet here in the summer.

There are minimum requirements, like having to be 16, pass a pregnancy test, and be on an effective method of birth control and with pelvic anatomy to correctly wear a FemCap or diaphragm for flood insurance, to prevent a dive partner from forcing water into the student’s uterus from the hydraulics of his thrusting. We prefer Reflexions latex diaphragms because they are very difficult to under-thrust and impossible to under-thrust w/o the wearer knowing and can be worn effectively on dives of any depth, but for girls with smaller pelvic anatomy a Milex Omniflex are effective for dives of 30 feet or less, And for girls with little to no post-pubic vault a FemCap will usually work well on dives no deeper than 25 feet. And since the encounter pools at St Lucy’s are being used and there are none deeper than 25 feet Omniflex and FemCap wearers should be fine.  

I’ve been helping fit the student’s diaphragms or FemCap and demonstrating proper insertion and removal technique. The male partners for the student’s dive-sex classes are all escort trainees who need the hours perfecting their technique for their dive-sex qualification so the girls are very well serviced.

Virgin Gorda bound: I’ve already sent ahead all the personal dive gear for Anya, Bea, Cyndi, Jack, Chris and several other men so all we’ll need to take are our clothes and personal items when we leave this Thursday, July 18^th , for several weeks of vacation. I’m particularly pleased that Anya can join us as she has been working so hard recently and has had no time to relax. His Grace’s sailboat, the Lusty Lass IV, will meet us at the airport on St Thomas. I can’t wait to feel the soft breezes off the ocean and listen to the comforting sounds of the surf.

The Winter Solstice and other Holidays

Stonehenge Winter Solstice 2011

My trip to see Taryn in the UK: Again things didn’t go the way I had planned. The Winter Solstice celebration at Stonehenge (on 12/22) went well with the temperature in the mid 50s F. It Was Cyndi’s first at the ancient site and in celebration we had a private ceremony for her in the undercroft of Salisbury Cathedral just a few miles down the road before we went on to Salisbury plain to the stone circles. Even though Cyndi has no Druid blood a Druid priest – as a favor to me – was willing to ‘purify’ her for the sunrise ceremony. The purification consisted primarily of her being filled with his seed after being entered from behind, and I was involved since I presented her to the priest for purification while wearing the sacred Druid Priestess’s circlet of beaten gold lent me for the occasion. The Priest placed the circlet on my head after my hair was let down and brushed out and even though the circlet weighs about 12 troy ounces it fit perfectly and was fairly comfortable. I am thankful that I don’t have to worry about security for the Druid regalia. Such parts of it that remain are cared for by the Druid Elders. Cyndi was in no danger of becoming pregnant by the priest even though she was CD7 and fertile because she has a GyneFix IUD implanted.

For those readers wondering about my being a Druid Priestess – though a relatively minor one - the position was a surprise to me. I didn’t seek it (it’s hereditary) it was thrust upon me and I only found out about it in the last few months. It seems my natural father, a Welsh miner who immigrated to the coal fields of Western Virginia and who became very rich from investing in coal bearing property, was from a community of nearly pure Druid stock that had migrated into the mountains of Wales after leaving Stonehenge. When Uncle John (as he was known to me) impregnated my mother he did not know, nor did anyone else, that she had a high percentage of Druid blood in her family as well so that I have one of the highest percentages of Druid genes of any woman alive today, or so I’ve been told by geneticists who have studied the ancient people and who helped locate me.

After the Spring Equinox I was sought out by the Druid Elders and it was explained that the old ways are dying out and my participation was required to sustain the bloodline such as it is and the Elders have been encouraging me to breed with a suitable mate, which I’m reluctant to do. Its not that I mind the act of breeding I just don’t want to have a baby. I think my Druid genes may account for some of my ability to foretell some things and make use of dead women’s Chi and perhaps may also account for my fondness for risk taking. Learning about my family genealogy in the last few months has helped me understand why I’m the way I am more than the five years of therapy I’ve had, though I think the therapist prepared me for the role I might play in preserving the Druid bloodline. I’m not entirely sure what is expected of me as a junior member of the Druid aristocracy, but the Chief Elder said I would be eased into my ceremonial role depending on the availability of other priestesses. I think they see me primarily as a breeding stock which if that’s the case may be a problem for me.

After Stonehenge: we went to Taryn's home to the north east of Cambridge Christmas and it was marvelous! One of the stonemasons working on the renovations (before she moved into the Manor) called it ‘Cunt Castle’ and the name seems to have stuck with her circle of friends, though not with the locals, or at least not to her face. While we were there Cambridge was all abuzz with Prince Phillip in residence at Papworth hospital for four days having cardiac stents placed and with HM and other Royals coming and going to visit him. We all wish HRH a full and speedy recovery and he seems to be doing well and is back at Sandringham with The Queen as this is written. Of course with her husband's illness and now the body of a 17 y/o Latvian girl being found within three miles of Sandringham House Her Majesty isn’t getting the restful winter escape at her Norfolk estate she had hoped for.

With the tube strike and shopping crowds at after-Christmas sales we stayed away from London, so Taryn, Cyndi, Anya and I went to Paris for two days and saw the Repetto ballet shop decorated for Christmas with some of the most beautiful tutus! We returned to find that my male partner Jon (one of my younger stallions with seemingly inexhaustible stamina) had a ruptured appendix and had had an emergency appendectomy so he was out as a sexual consort. Fortunately My Summer Lover Jack - John, Marquis of Marle - heard I was at Taryn’s and came calling. I thought he had escaped me, but found he had become available again as Sylvie, the aristocrat that his family had picked for him to marry, hadn’t lasted in his affection nor had her stamina to accompany him diving or in bed. So when I say we were happy to see each other again it’s something of an understatement! I was delighted that Jack accepted my request that he accompany us to my place on Virgin Gorda for a few days of sun and diving.