Uncoupling, Channeling Jenna, & the Abbot’s Palace

Channeling Jenna for Morning Wood

The Photo; Modeling a Pair of Jenna’s Bloch Alpha S0104s I wear when I channel her for Marvin. Bloch Alpha pointes are suitable for only advanced students and professionals as they require dancer’s with very strong feet to stay over the blocks, but show off high arches magnificently.

Uncoupling: Tim got back from the field exercise several days earlier than expected and was staying at his family estate next to my place in Wales which kept him and Marvin separated while Tim and I uncoupled. I told Marvin I needed to return briefly to Wales to take care of business, which in a sense was correct. Returning readers will recall that I mentioned in an earlier entry that Tim and I had discussed his need to settle down with someone other than me, because of family commitments. Apparently, he had been giving his need to move on serious thought since during pillow-talk after we had a marvelous romp in the sheets (I was CD21 and luteal so we used no protection and I had his sperm in my tubes) he said while he was very fond of me we should just be friends. While I knew that was coming it still stung a bit, but it was far better that he broke the news to me than me having to tell him the same thing, which I was dreading.

Bank Holiday: Today (May 1^st) is Early May Bank Holiday. However, Uni is in session and Marvin is lecturing so I’m taking the train to go shopping at Agent Provocateur in London. I’m hoping to find a little gossamer, strappy, clingy thingy he hasn’t seen me wear so I can see how long he takes to get me out of it.

Channeling Jenna: Full Easter term (Tue 25 April - Fri 16 June) began at Cambridge and Marvin has moved out of his rooms on campus, although he still has an office there, and into my place. I have rented a small secluded manor and brought staff from Blackthorn Castle. to staff it until the renovations are complete on “The Abbots Palace”, my new place east of Cambridge. More about that a bit later.

For good luck, to fill Marvin with confidence to properly begin Easter Term I became Jenna for him for the last several days. He never gets tired of me doing that and when I channel his dead wife he is in my thrall. It’s the least I can do as under his psychiatric care he enabled me to come to terms with my earthly responsibilities as a representative of the Goddess Aphrodite, manifesting herself as Rhiannon - a Welsh deity - while I’m here in the UK. I wear Jenna’s ballet practice clothes, pointe shoes Bloch Alpha S0104s and her perfume, Shalimar which I loved before I found it was another of my many similarities with Jenna that made Marvin love me. Actually, Marvin says I’ve developed Jenna’s mannerisms that were unique to their relationship that I had no way of knowing about and when I’m Jenna I feel much closer to him so I think I am evolving into a second Jenna which I have come to believe is one of Aphrodite’s roles for me, which is marvelous for us both!

Cunt Castle: Returning readers will recall that Taryn became one of my earliest wards after her parents were killed in a plane crash as in her father’s will I was designated her guardian. She lived with me while attending the exclusive girl’s school St Lucy’s in Las Vegas then graduated from UNLV before beginning grad school at Trinity College Cambridge. She inherited her parent’s business which was a very large and profitable porn empire and she has continued to lead it very successfully. Occasionally she calls on me and my resources for advice with regard to contraception and erotic ballet training for new actors and escorts of both sexes.

Taryn's home north east of Cambridge is known fondly to her friends as ‘Cunt Castle’. 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. I’m pleased to say that Taryn has moved quickly through the Uni courses to gain her Master of Psychology and MD degrees. She has one year left to receive her Doctor of Psychiatry degree and she is making rounds at a specialist hospital in Cambridge to experience clinical psychiatry training.

The reason I mention Taryn and Cunt Castle is that the place I’m buying and renovating for Marvin and me is just down the road from Cunt Castle. Marvin’s specialty is the treatment of sexual deviation so he treats my fetishes and cares for the Psychiatric needs of Taryn’s stable of Porn actors and actresses. When we move into my permanent location, before classes begin in early October for Michaelmas term, we will be able to provide training and therapy for Taryn’s actors and escorts w/o having them travel to Wales. It will be wonderful to be able to have Taryn and her circle as close friends again!

The Abbot’s Palace: I found out more about the property that the realtor didn’t disclose until pressed by my agent. It seems that while a great deal of the original fabric was torn down and the stone reused elsewhere the existing building was built from parts of a monastery after the dissolution of the monasteries by Henry VIII sometime in the 1530s. The manor seen today was built in the early 19th century and includes the Abbot’s Palace the only remaining original building which include very deep and extensive cellars. Originally built in the 14th century the Abbots Palace was very elaborate for its time (and not at all in keeping with poverty, chastity and obedience which were preached to the villagers in the area) and is said to have been the site of orgies between the monks and nuns from a neighboring convent which may account for the ghosts that are said to haunt the place.

The Palace overlooks a small stream that runs through the property below the hill on which the monastery and now the manor was built. The banks of the stream are filled with a thick growth of Pussy Willow trees which led Taryn to call the place the “Pussy Palace” not only as an apt description, but as a double entendre as she knows my circle’s need for kinky sex.

The Pussy Palace and the Spirit World:  It is said that no one has been injured by the spirits that inhabited the place, but there are hair raising tales of apparitions, flickering lights, moans and screams have been seen and heard at night so the locals give the place a wide birth. Given the disclosure that spirits were said to actively inhabit what has been known as the Abbot’s Palace my agent was able to get the asking price decreased considerably. I spoke to the Duke of M* about having the Archbishop conduct an exorcism before any work is to begin because local workers wouldn’t go near the place. I sweetened the request by offering to contribute a four-figure sum to the charity of the Archbishops choice and he very kindly agreed as he and the Duke of M**** had been at school together. The ceremony was conducted before we closed on the property. I expect that should satisfy the spirit world, but If not Aphrodite is willing to expel them through me. However, that could raise questions that would be tricky to answer so having the Archbishop conduct a public exorcism that the surrounding neighbors were invited to attend, was the best way to handle the issue

Nikolai, the Odalisques and Gaynors

Odalisque painted by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1874)

The photo: A lovely Victorian era depiction of an odalisque in a Turkish harem by the French figure painter Jules Joseph Lefebvre (14 March 1834 – 24 February 1912). This painting is now in the Art Institute of Chicago in the U.S.

 

Nikolai at Blackthorn Castle: Over the Bank holiday weekend on the spur of the moment I took Nikolai to see my ancestral home, Blackthorn Castle, in the Cambrian Mountains. I wanted to see the progress on the deep dive facility and to try out the new ballet studio. Returning readers will recall that Nikolai is a visiting dancer performing at the ROH where I’m a private coach and his social minder since he has managed to impregnate two corps girls in less than six months. Both were due to IUD failures which are quite rare and two in a row were just his bad luck, not to mention that of the women both of whom had terminations. We took our dancebags and a portable disk player and we did a barre and some pas de deux from Swan Lake and La Bayadère in the newly completed studio created out of a large drawing room on the western side of the castle with large mullioned windows with an amazing view looking out toward St. George’s Channel in the distance. On a clear day you can actually see the channel, but not that weekend as the castle was in the clouds. I had the studio created as a room within a room with mirrored walls, sprung floor and climate controlled so that none of the 16^th century paneling and original flooring has been damaged. That way if I decide to give the place to the National Trust I won’t have ruined the original linenfold paneling and fittings.

It was marvelous being alone with and partnered by him in my new studio moving to the music of Tchaikovsky and Minkus! We were nearly unexpected (it keeps the servants on their toes), but I called well before we got to the Caersws station to have a range rover meet us and they took marvelous care of us from a standing start. The studio was cold so we were in woolens until we warmed up. What an amazing high! The weather was typical, low clouds and misting, which I thought fitting for Swan Lake. And we had my cook’s famous rack of spring lamb for supper. Fortunately the rail work stoppage on the southern coasts of England and Wales had no effect on the line serving Caersws so we went out and back to London more or less on time.

Blackthorn Castle staff: Since I have been in London or traveling I have kept an almost full staff at the castle, less my dresser and personal assistant, Emily, and two male bodyguard/footmen/chauffeurs (ex SAS men) who make up my travel staff.  My predecessor, Edith the 22^nd Baroness, had Emily fitted with a GyneFix IUD so we shouldn’t have to worry about pregnancy when she finds a lover. The place is very maintenance intensive and just dusting, tending fireplaces in the main drawing room, dining room, bedrooms and my sitting room as well as polishing silver and brass and waxing wooden furniture that the Victoria and Albert Museum or Christies would love to have for display or sale takes weeks. I could close large portions of the castle and do with a lot less staff but the villagers are friendly, good workers and need the jobs and my predecessor while she kept the building fabric in good repair was beginning to let the furnishings go so there is a great deal of work to be done to getting the furnishings up to a point where I wouldn’t be ashamed to have the staff give tours and it would bring tourist dollars to the area to see a still fully functioning medieval castle that never fell to an enemy. I’m told that was probably because it was easier to bypass the castle than capture it because of its remote location and our provisions were such that an enemy didn’t want to waste men for a siege when they were needed elsewhere. Still, there are few medieval castles in the UK that the owners can claim were never captured.  

Nikolai and the Odalisques: Nikolai seems to have settled in to something of a routine taking only one of them a day, but multiple times if their schedules permit, then back to my place in Eaton Square where he tries to drain me of my sexual stamina, but only manages to fuck my brains out. Then after I recover and thoroughly drain him by giving him Pompoir we are through for the night, but resume before we get out of bed in the mornings. Most of the Odalisques themselves have come to realize they are merely place-holders to keep Nikolai sated during the day until he can get back to my care where I take him clubbing and they are enjoying their intimate relationship with this gorgeous and immensely virile male while they can. The girls have now switched to Gaynors for ballet-sex with Nikolai and there have been no more injuries from thrust-drop.

Nikolai as arm candy: When I had Marvin (Morning Wood) on my arm as a titled aristocrat I was the one getting attention. Now that I’m clubbing with Nikolai he is the one the tabloids are after, but they continually ask if I’m pregnant as his responsibility for the two pregnancies earlier in the year got a lot of publicity in the tabloids and they are looking for another ballet dancer sexual tryst of the same magnitude since male heterosexual ballet dancers seem to be rare - from the prospective of the yellow press. Nikolai and I (as a couple) aren’t anywhere near the same magnitude as Rudolf Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn, but that hasn’t stopped the tabloids from comparing us as couples.

Of course Nureyev was Gay and Fonteyn had been sterilized after an unwanted pregnancy early in her career so that is a major difference and another is in the level of our talent as dancers. I was never a threat to a principal dancer’s career in any of the major companies, though Nikolai may still rise to the level of Baryshnikov or Nureyev if he is careful and doesn’t step on his own dick, socially speaking. It’s the likelihood of pregnancy where my relationship with Nikolai puts me at far grater risk than Fonteyn was with Nureyev, but that’s one of the huge thrills the frisson of terror for me in having him repeatedly inseminate me even though I know my cervix is well protected.

Blackthorn House and the trip to Blackthorn Castle

Kings Cross train station London

The Photo: Kings Cross train station where we arrived from Inverness.

Blackthorn House, Belgravia: Since it was going to take some time to reposition The Dragon to Euston station to connect it to the 23:30 to Caersws I decided to use the layover to pay my first visit to Blackthorn House while Charles, my Chamberlain of the Household (COH), was with me to make introductions. I even thought I might catch the staff unaware that I would be accompanying Anya and the girls. They had been alerted to the possibility and were formed up in the vestibule for introductions. Currently there are six staff who have come down from the castle to cook clean and chauffeur for residents.

I decided earlier to change my plan again. My wards, Anya and their escorts will continue on to Blackthorn Castle with me since we will all be in mourning until the 22^nd Baroness is buried which will be this coming Friday so they wouldn’t have much time in London and would be in mourning clothes before they would have to come East for the funeral.

In Blackthorn House there are three main floors, the attic with the servant’s quarters and storage and the basement with the kitchens and HV/AC. The first floor has the formal rooms with the ballroom, drawing room, dining room a library and a parlor.  We were served tea from the Paul Storr George III 4 piece tea set from the early 19^th C and scones that melted in the mouth made that afternoon by the cook, Mrs. Harris. The good silver and art works are kept at the castle and brought to town when the house is opened even though there is a caretaker in residence at all times.

Mourning: I wore mourning attire for the visit; a black 90 denier cashmere and Elastane catsuit that left nothing to the imagination under a calf length pleated jersey skirt that opens like a tutu when I twirl and a tailored jacket of the same material with black hard shanked Gaynor Minden pointes and a black wide brimmed velvet hat with the 1925 bespoke Van Cleef & Arpels gold and ruby dragon pin with emerald eyes, the Baroness’s badge of office, affixed to the crown that my COH had brought me from the castle vault.  I taped and padded my toes carefully before pushing my feet into the polymer blocks of my pointes because I knew that out of respect I was expected to stay en pointe for the duration of the visit while standing and with my feet pointed while sitting.

My wards all wore black wool skirt-suits, black tights, wide brimmed hats and low heeled closed toe shoes. We will remain in mourning clothes in public until the 22^nd Baroness is laid to rest in the crypt below the chapel at Blackthorn Castle this coming Friday, January 9^th.

Preliminary funeral plans: His Grace and Jack will be there as will all the villagers and their families who work at the castle. While there are a few members of the aristocracy in the area I’ve been told that Edith the 22^nd Baroness was not close to any of them so I will have my work cut out for me mending social fences with the castles neighbors. The 22^nd  Baroness was of the Anglican, Episcopal, faith while most of the surrounding villages are primarily Methodist. Her funeral will be from the Book of Common Prayer, but afterward my girls and I and His Grace and Jack will conduct a ceremony with offerings to Aphrodite in memory of the late Baroness.

The Auditors: The four auditors who will examine the financial records of the Barony met us at Euston at 20:00 and were settled in their compartments on The Dragon. And we all had dinner on The Dragon and got to know the individual auditors and they explained in general terms what they would be looking for which took us up to departure and bedtime.

Arrival: We arrived at Caersws, which is about 1,000 ft above sea level and on the Severn on time, at 8:13, breakfasted and ready for the trip to the castle. It was raining and cold. The shunting engine – belonging to the Barony - connected to The Dragon and moved us off the main line into a two track heated building belonging to the Barony and long enough to take three passenger cars and the switch engine. There were two Range Rover vans and a separate van for luggage parked inside on an elevated platform so we just stepped off The Dragon directly on to the heated and well lit platform.  Charles said the switches are heated so they don’t freeze since at this altitude there is often snow and ice from all the moisture that comes off the ocean just a few miles east of us. He said Edith had the Dragon shed built about fifteen years ago and heated switches installed when because of frozen switches she couldn’t get to London for a performance of Sleeping Beauty by one of her favorites, Darcey Bussell.

The trip from Caersws to the castle was another hour and another 1,000 feet higher and Charles says we get a lot of snow. The butler, Ellis, had the staff in the great hall to greet us as it was raining heavily when we arrived. Our things were unloaded and rooms were assigned for everyone, my wards with their escorts and I went to my private apartment in the ‘new’ wing, built in the 15^th C., to bathe and change into yet another black cashmere and Elastane catsuit and black Gaynors as I find that demonstrates my being in mourning while displaying my body to let everyone know that we all must carry on. Being at home I dispensed with the black jersey skirt until the funeral. Fortunately Edith had had hot water radiators and storm windows installed years ago and the radiators were cleverly hidden for the most part so the castle is surprisingly comfy w/o the fireplaces going.

Charles took the audit team to the Barony Estate office and introduced them to the estate manager who will assist with any questions and retrieving records needed.

Ballet class: My wards and I and their POB male escorts hadn’t taken class in two days so it was with pleasure that I conducted my first ballet class in Edith’s ballet studio. It has been kept in excellent condition with a sprung wooden floor and Marley covering and a wall of full-length mirrors and windows looking east toward the Atlantic. Charles said Edith took barre here into her mid 80s when ger arthritis became too severe to allow it any longer.  

So a routine of sorts is being established, which I expect my wards to participate in when in residence. It was marvelous be in pink practice clothes and shoes after three days of wearing unreleased black no matter how well that color displays my body! Working up a good sweat at the barre and then a bit of PDD work with each of the girls escorts to keep their upper body muscles exercised with lifts with me in a practice tutu. It was so wonderful to be partnered by men with that level of talent. The Paris Opera men really are divine to dance with and such supportive partners!

I have spent the rest of the day going through Edith’s things with her Lady’s maid and there were some surprises though knowing what sorts of businesses she was interested in – especially the ones in London - I don’t suppose it should have been.