Sex at Dover Castle

A stone staircase in one of Dover Castle’s towers

Arrival at Headlong Hall: Nikolai, Bryony, Claire and I traveled aboard The Dragon, my two car private rail-office, attached to the train departing St Pancras International at 7:04 AM and arriving at Canterbury West at 7:57 AM. Lord A**** sent two Land Rovers to the station to pick us up and take us to Headlong Hall. Brigitte, Alistair’s lovely young ballerina 4^th wife had invited three of her female dancer friends and a few of their male dancer friends from the POB for the Halloween house party as well. As soon as we had settled in Alistair took the men skeet shooting for the rest of the day. Brigitte took all the girls for a tour of the grounds then after a light lunch took us on a tour of Canterbury cathedral.

Friday evening Alistair and I compared notes planning my costume for fetish ballet sex at Dover castle which he wanted me to see. Actually, he wanted to fuck me in a fetish latex ballet-sex encounter with me in a rubber catsuit and leather ballet-boots while on a rampart of the castle at sunrise while I was fertile. Actually I had ovulated on Friday but an egg can still be fertilized 24 hours after release so I was still fertile. It was one of his fantasies that I was pleased to be able to help him fulfill and if we hadn’t done it then we wouldn’t have been able to do it for a few months since the castle will revert to winter hours the first of November.

We left Headlong Hall at 5:45 AM while the rest of the guests were asleep as sunrise was at 6:45. It wasn’t as though Brigitte didn’t know what we were going to do with me strutting out to the Land Rover dressed in a latex catsuit and leather ballet-boots with my figure on full display, but I wouldn’t be returning with muddy boots this time as I did in late September when Alistair fucked me against a mossy wall in Blean woods. So we left Brigitte and the girls to play with the male guests especially Nikolai whom she had her eye on ever since we arrived while Alistair took me on a trip he euphemistically called ‘sight seeing’, which in a sense from his perspective it was.    

Sunrise over the English Channel: Dover is only 18 miles from Headlong Hall so it was a short drive south east down the A2 and with almost no traffic it took us less than 20 minutes to get to the car park at the castle. Timing was a bit tricky since the castle hours are from 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM. However, Alistair, Lord A****, has a friend on the staff who let us in early and took us to the spiral stairway leading to the top of the tower so we could watch the sunrise over the English Channel. We then had several hours alone at the top of the tower. The open hours change on November 1^st and the castle is open only on weekends so our timing was perfect! Fortunately it was sunny a sunny morning with relatively low humidity so visibility was wonderful and we could have seen the coast of France 21 miles to the east if we hadn’t been looking into the sun. The sun rising over the channel was gorgeous!

Ballet-boots on ancient spiral staircases: Fortunately I’m still training in ballet-boots so while I didn’t race to the top I set and kept a fast pace to the top. Alistair wanted me to go up ahead of him so he could watch my hips swing from side to side and the zipper of my custom tailored latex catsuit sucked deep in my butt cleavage as I mounted the stairs. I moved my hips just a bit more than usual to give him a really good show! Going up an ancient stone spiral stairway can be treacherous even barefoot as the stone has worn unevenly from thousands of footsteps over the years. Doing so in ballet-boots is almost as bad as climbing en pointe in toe-shoes except that there is the heel of ballet-boots to rest some weight on if the steps are wide enough to take both the platform and heel. I think trying the climb in poor quality boots would be very dangerous as the toe-boxes tend to collapse while the wearer is climbing in them and ankle support isn’t there.

However, in a pair of Gepettos lightly armored boots with the unitized titanium toe-box and shank and replaceable titanium heels the boots were as comfortable as possible and provided the support needed if my calves could stand the exertion, which with some effort I managed w/o complaint even though I was in the boots continuously for several hours.  Ankle support on ancient floors and staircases is particular important because the surfaces are so uneven and with no ankle support when en pointe in toe-shoes even if the wearer has particularly strong ankles it’s extremely dangerous!   

Afterward, I found walking down the tight spiral staircase from the tower more difficult that going up as I felt I had to hold myself back from going down too fast and loosing my footing. Perhaps it was that I was so loose and still floating in afterglow from being fucked boneless and even though I had Kegeled most of his load out on the roof the remainder had liquefied and was draining into the zipper crotch of my rubber suit where it became cold and slippery quickly which was a distraction from where I should be putting my feet.

Ballet-sex while fertile watching the sun rise: The temperature was in the low 50s (F) with a light wind from the north across the top of the tower. I was sweaty from the climb and could feel the sweat running into my boots which is why I had worn thick wick-away socks to keep me feet relatively dry. I wanted to keep my hood on but Alistair wanted to see my long red hair blowing in the wind and since I was wearing a pair of large sun glasses that kept it our of my eyes and long soft blowing hair fed his fetish I let him strip off my hood and tuck it in his jacket pocket.

He had told me what he wanted me to wear the previous evening so I had prepared. Friday I was CD14 and ovulated so even a day later I still needed to be very careful or end up carrying his child, until I could have at sucked out. Even so, I decided to wear only an Oves cap screwed down tight on my ripe, high, soft and open cervix with the removal loop in my anterior fornix – so it wouldn’t interfere with him thrusting into my posterior fornix, my P-spot, to give me an orgasm when entered from behind. I brought along one of my Death Rubber latex flat spring diaphragms if we changed our minds about in which position I was to be penetrated. I decided not to double bag even though I was fertile and had ovulated the previous morning as I have been wearing Oves alone for protection for at least ten years and have never had a pregnancy scare and because wearing a diaphragm when being entered from behind would interfere with him being able to plunge to the bottom of my posterior fornix because the rim would be in the way.

The Mare’s Trick: As I mentioned the weather was perfect and the clouds to the east over France lit up in glorious color as the sun rose behind them while Alistair stroked off thrusting into my P-spot to give us both very strong orgasms as I bent over with my elbows and forearms on one of the crenels between the merlons in the crenellated wall while I watched the sun rise. He was so gentle opening my relief zipper and fingering me to see how aroused I was. I unzipped his jeans and helped him get his erection out where I found he was already erect and dripping pre-cum. Once he entered me with my feet in second position he bent over and fondled the barrel of my clit so I came easily before he got his rhythm and his thrusts caressed my P-spot with his glans enough to give me a powerful deep pelvic orgasm. After he came I performed The Mare’s Trick for him, bringing my feet together, closing my thighs tightly and clamped down with my thigh, vaginal and abdominal muscles to hold his still erect penis tight deep inside me to prevent his erection wilting while he recycled so he could take me again. He has marvelous recycling stamina for a man his age and he did within five minutes! I let him pull out after asking him to stay inside me for a while so we could both enjoy a few minutes of the marvelous afterglow while still fully mated.  We got back at10:00 AM just in time to join most of the guests for a full English breakfast.

Catsuits and sex in the woods

Autumn in the Blean Woods National Nature Reserve

The Photo: Imagine if you can sex against this wall in the rain with the temperature in the low 50s (F) while dressed in a thick black 2 mm chlorinated latex catsuit, hood, gloves and a pair of Gepetto’s lightly armored leather ballet-boots fragrant with freshly applied Obenauf's Leather Oil Preservative. I thought it very erotic being intimately taken in woods so ancient.

Blean Woods: Lord A (I’ll call him Alistair) was anxious to show me the Blean Woods near his seat at Headlong Hall. The Blean is one of the largest areas of ancient woodland in England – over 11 square miles. The woods have been shaped by local people for over a thousand years. Today, Nature Reserve woodsmen and conservation teams continue to manage this unique landscape, rich in wildlife, which can still be enjoyed today. For more about Blean Woods click HERE.

Sex in public:  As soon as we got to Headlong Hall Alistair was keen to have us both dress for latex fetish sex in the woods to act out one of his latex sex fantasies of inseminating a Goddess. Somehow he had found out that I am the High Priestess of Aphrodite and he intended to make the most of my visit to his home. If he wanted me to invoke the Goddess I told him I needed a half peck (an eighth of a bushel) of pomegranates to use as an offering as the pomegranate is her holy fruit. So he sent a footman into Canterbury to fetch them. I didn’t tell him I had two pecks aboard The Dragon destined to be offerings to Aphrodite in her temple beneath the undercroft of Crag Abbey. My collar of office was in the safe and under guard aboard The Dragon as I would need it for the Equinox.

Still, an offering of pomegranates from me was enough to have her bless our sexual union and the planting of his seed. In a pouring rain we walked up a seldom cleared road to an ancient wall against which Alistair proposed to take me.  While the area is public the road hadn’t been maintained for a long time and is a bit difficult to get to so it was unlikely we would have company as he inseminated me. This was in the early afternoon of Tuesday the 15^th and although the sun set about 6:50 there were intervals of heavy rain so in the woods it was quite dark, but with enough light to see clearly. I was CD25 and luteal with my menses due in three days so I wore no cervical barrier or other contraceptive protection so I could enjoy the thrill of having a new partner’s highly motile sperm in my tubes confident that it would die before I became fertile again in about twelve days.

However, he wanted me to wear a latex flat spring diaphragm so we could both have the thrill of him pulling it out and stuffing it in my mouth as sign of my submission while I whipped him with my riding crop urging him to thrust faster and deeper as he loves to be whipped by the woman he is inseminating. I rationalized my allowing him remove my diaphragm and gag me with it as an indication of my willingness to accept him as a sexual equal and the fact that there was no way he could impregnate me during this visit. I hope. He is quite well endowed as many petite women have found to their dismay, but I found him, like baby bear’s porridge, just right being able to fully penetrate the depth of my anterior fornix to stimulate my A-spot even when I was aroused.

He drove us in an estate Range Rover most of the way then we walked the last half mile up the leaf and debris strewn road to get to the spot on the wall completely covered with thick moss where his fantasy could be consummated with the likelihood no one but forest animals would be watching. He was wearing a back-zip catsuit, hood and wellingtons with a relief zipper allowing access to his erection while I was wearing a custom front-zip suit (from Labia Labs) with a double ended zipper so a partner could both milk me and simultaneously thrust into me which is what he did while I was backed against the soft thick moss to protect the back of my latex suit. And that’s where I was inseminated in a cold pouring rain which after we got used to the rain beating on our rubber suits the noise seemed to mask his grunts as he thrust into me and mu moans and mewing and eventually muted screams with my mouth full of my latex diaphragm as I orgasmed. Then my contractions tipped him over the edge and he came in six powerful thrusts filling me with his hot thick bioadhesive semen. After he finished he held me pinned to the wall by his erection while we waited for it to wilt, but when I gave him a bit of Pompoir to milk the last few drops of his elixir of life into me before he withdrew the rascal came again! For a man his age he has a very quick recovery interval! Go figure!

Lactation and the female figure: It turns out that he is fond of breast milk and asked me about the advisability of having his wife induce lactation w/o becoming preggers as neither of them wants children and his current wife doesn’t want to ruin her gorgeous hardbody figure. I suggested that he not force her into inducing lactation as without close monitoring that might cause her small, high, firm breasts that he loves to sag which he said she is already aware of and so doesn’t want to be induced.  I recommend he forget milking his wife - other than sucking on her nipples and getting a bit of fluid from time to time - as the service is provided at Clever Cunts. He didn’t care for my answer but he loves her breasts the way they are so reluctantly agreed not to force her to lactate.

Ballet-boots in mud: Walking up a muddy leaf strewn road (and back again) in ballet-boots is not an undertaking for a novice or in most fetish boot maker’s boots where the heels are too long and/or break off and there is little ankle support. Fortunately Gepettos boots with the titanium ankle and shaft armor provide excellent support making it unlikely to twist an ankle on uneven surfaces. So for me it was a matter of the mud beneath the leaves sucking on the toe boxes that made it difficult to pull the boot out of the mud for the next step. That certainly gave my thighs a workout!  While the sex was marvelous my thighs hadn’t had that sort of workout for ages. When we returned to Headlong Hall my dresser, Emily, cleaned, dried and oiled my boots while I took 800 mg of ibuprofen and had a long hot soak in a tub after which I felt much better and could still enjoy the pelvic relaxation and tingle of the orgasms Alistair had given me. Even after I Kegeled out most of his ejaculate his secretions were still draining out of me so to dinner in the great hall I wore convertible foot tights with a lovely thick cotton gusset to absorb the coital discharge.