Christmas, Boxing Day and Hula Beads Vibrators

A LELO wireless controlled HULA-BEADS vibrator and control unit

Christmas at Blackthorn Castle: Christmas went very well, the weather was cool and mostly dry, with everyone getting what they most wanted as gifts: lingerie and perfume for the ladies and leather goods, Laddie Caddies and wallets for the gentlemen. The ladies also got vaginal training toys, but more about that below. We all are appreciating the time to relax with amiable male companions. And the results of the weekly pregnancy tests were all negative so we are good to go. Not that there was any doubt as my wards all have copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted, except possibly for me as I was fertile the week before Christmas and of course wearing a latex flat spring diaphragm and “belly jelly” – spermicide - for Tim my latex fetishist boyfriend.

Mrs. Bridges, the castle’s head cook, outdid herself for the Christmas meal with roast turkey, chestnut dressing, candied yams, string beans, mince pie, coffee, tea and potent Sloe brandy from the Barony’s own Blackthorn bushes.  

Boxing Day: December 26 was wonderfully sunny up until about 1:00 PM, but that was time enough for my Chamberlain and me to distribute the traditional gifts (boxes) to the Barony’s faithful and efficient staff and tradesmen. 

Etymology, from Wikipedia: “There are competing theories for the origins of the term, Boxing Day, none of which is definitive. The Oxford English Dictionary gives the earliest attestations from Britain in the 1830s, defining it as "the first week-day after Christmas-day, observed as a holiday on which post-men, errand-boys, and servants of various kinds expect to receive a Christmas-box".

The term "Christmas-box" dates back to the 17th century, and among other things meant

A present or gratuity given at Christmas: in Great Britain, usually confined to gratuities given to those who are supposed to have a vague claim upon the donor for services rendered to him as one of the general public by whom they are employed and paid, or as a customer of their legal employer; the undefined theory being that as they have done offices for this person, for which he has not directly paid them, some direct acknowledgement is becoming at Christmas 

In Britain, it was a custom for tradespeople to collect "Christmas boxes" of money or presents on the first weekday after Christmas as thanks for good service throughout the year] This is mentioned in Samuel Pepys' diary entry for 19 December 1663. This custom is linked to an older British tradition: since they would have to wait on their masters on Christmas Day, the servants of the wealthy were allowed the next day to visit their families. The employers would give each servant a box to take home containing gifts, bonuses and sometimes leftover food.

The European tradition, which has long included giving money and other gifts to those who were needy and in service positions, has been dated to the Middle Ages, but the exact origin is unknown. It is believed to be in reference to the Alms Box placed in areas of worship to collect donations to the poor. Also, it may come from a custom in the late Roman/early Christian era, wherein metal boxes placed outside churches were used to collect special offerings tied to the Feast of Saint Stephen, which in the Western Church falls on the same day as Boxing Day.

In modern times, it has taken on the meaning of boxing up unwanted Christmas gifts and returning them to the shop”.

The Twelve Days of Christmas: The pageant, begun on Christmas morning with the presentation of a partridge in a pear tree, continues successfully and has advanced to day five (Thursday Dec 29^th) with the presentation of the five gold rings. The presentation for today (Friday December 30^th), the six geese a laying will be made later this morning. The weather forecast continues to be cloudy and dry which is good for the performers traveling back and forth from the village.

Wireless vibrators for Christmas: I got my wards, Bea, The Dryads (Bryony and Claire), and Willow and myself wireless controlled waterproof vaginal vibis (LELO Hula Beads) for Christmas. I had an ulterior motive as I wanted to test our powers of concentration and having a vaginal vibrator working inside you while trying to hold a développé en pointe is about as difficult as it gets. Returning readers will recall that my wards and I all wear hard shanked Gaynor Minden pointes with sueded tips as play shoes as they provide the best toe protection and support.   

We all have been wearing our Gaynor Mindens and Hula Beads for barre and pointe classes. The vibi is about 3.8 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter at the large end so it fits very nicely behind the pubic bone in women who have a typical – pronounced - post-pubic vault. The anterior end pressing against the back of the pubic bone lessens the likelihood women with well-toned vaginal muscles might expel the vibi during orgiastic contractions.  The removal loop can be tucked inside out of the way. As when using all vaginal toys, we emptied our bladders before inserting the Hula Beads and turning them on. We initially set all the control units to low and left the them in our dancebags during barre and pointe class. The wireless range is about 30 feet and we placed our dancebags around the walls of the studio so none of us would be out of range even during center work. The device has a rechargeable lithium ion battery with a user time of about 1.5 hours and a recharge time of about 2 hours. Wireless Hula Beads make an awesome mental concentration training aid especially for Dominants who want to up our game besting physical diversions while training.

I was pleased to see that my wards who had been training with me the longest, Bea and Willow, and I were able to hold a développé en pointe for 20 seconds or more with the vibi set at medium w/o even an ankle wobble. Bryony and Claire could hold a solid développé en pointe on low. Coming down off a développé test like that and opening the mind to one’s sexual arousal almost always results in an immediate and powerful orgasm so we wind up boneless lying on the floor while we gasp, moan and shudder as waves of ecstasy wash over us or hold on tight to a barre if one is handy and try not to collapse while the orgasm flings us into ecstasy. None of us could hold a développé en pointe with the vibi on high. So, that gives those of us who enjoy that sort of challenge something to strive for.   

A caution to readers who might be inclined to try what I described above. A woman who doesn’t have the mental ability to compartmentalize can easily be brought to orgasm by vibrating Hula Beads while en pointe and suddenly go boneless, fall off pointe and break or badly sprain an ankle.

There is also a hygienic downside to training with an operating vibrating dildo inserted. Even with superior mental compartmentalization ability the wearer becomes fully aroused and for most women not on hormonal contraceptives her natural arousal lubricant gets her very, very wet! Most convertible foot tights don’t have an absorbent cotton crotch gusset and wearing even a thin menstrual pad to absorb the arousal lube draining out during class ruins the line of a hairless mons pubis. So, for now my circle and I are wearing sheer leggings with thick cotton crotch gussets to absorb our vaginal drainage during ballet classes. I have not yet tried wearing Hula Beads while menstrual with a latex flat spring diaphragm inserted for flow control.

The twelve days of Christmas

Images of gifts in the song the Twelve Days of Christmas.

The Photo: The twelve days of Christmas song poster showing the twelve different gifts. From Wikipedia. The illustration is by Xavier Romero-Frias. The song, published in 1780, tells of a series of increasingly grand gifts given on each of the twelve days of Christmas.

The twelve days of Christmas: To Help bond with the villagers in village that supplies most of the staff that works at Blackthorn Castle and a large part of the goods and services needed to keep the estate running smoothly especially during holiday celebrations I decided, with the help of my Chamberlain and his events coordinator, to have a performance of the presentation of the gifts given in the song The Twelve Days of Christmas over those the twelve days.

The staff and villagers have been working for months to get all the bits and pieces; personnel, birds, musical instruments, costumes etc. necessary to put together and rehearse a simplified presentation of gifts over the twelve days from Christmas to Twelfth Night. By simplified I mean that there will be only a single representation of each day’s gift, rather than duplication of the preceding days gifts for each succeeding day (as there is in the song) which even for me is quite enough! The eleven pipers and the twelve drummers have been the most difficult and time consuming with rented flutes, drums and uniforms and repeated practices to play a very simple tune on the flutes and rolls on the drums.

The gifts over the twelve days are:

Day 1 partridge in a pear tree (to be carried in a cage)

Day 2 turtle doves (to be carried in a cage)

Day 3 French hens (Image knitted into a warm woolen sweater)

Day 4 Calling Birds (Image knitted into a warm woolen sweater)

Day 5 Gold Rings (Image knitted into a warm woolen sweater)

Day 6 Geese a-Laying (Image knitted into a warm woolen sweater)

Day 7 Swans a-Swimming (Image knitted into a warm woolen sweater)

Day 8 Maids a-Milking (Image of milk pails knitted into 8 warm woolen sweaters)

Day 9 Ladies Dancing (9 teen girls from the local dance school - costumes from London)

Day 10 Lords a-Leaping (Young adult men in costumes from a London costume shop)

Day 11 Pipers Piping (Villagers in costumes from a London costume shop)

Day 12 Drummers Drumming (Villagers in costumes from a London costume shop)

        57 total villagers involved on the 12^th day.

The villagers have taken to “the Twelve Days project” as it’s become known with enthusiasm. It has already been a success in that more of the villagers are getting to know me from my being deeply involved with the project especial the dance students in the “nine ladies dancing” production in which they will be wearing tutus and pointes.  

Logistics for the Twelve Days performances: The performers are being picked up at 9:00 AM each day from the village. A large drawing room has been converted into dressing rooms for the performers and there are two male and two female dressers to help the performers with their costumes which are being stored at the castle. The partridge and turtle doves are being cared for here during the run of performances and the musical instruments are being stored at the castle as well to prevent a performer from forgetting his or her instrument. Up through day seven (7 Swans a swimming) a thirteen-passenger van can handle the performers and their equipment.  For days eight and nine (8 Maids a milking and 9 Ladies dancing) a bus will be used for the twenty-four performers and equipment. For days ten, eleven and twelve a second bus is added. Fortunately, the weather is forecast to just be rainy with the temperatures in the high 40s and mid-50s. With the castle access road improvements made last year the busses haven’t and shouldn’t have any trouble and as a precaution the road will be sanded as well. There was a great deal of interest by the villagers in being in the performances, especially by those who had never been to the castle before which is about a third of them and the performers enjoyed tours of the castle. Even so, to deepen the commitment of the performers a noon meal and a modest daily stipend is being provided.

The dance floor: In the great hall, where the Twelve Days performances will be held a sprung Marley floor has been laid over the stone floor so the “9 Ladies Dancing” in pointe-shoes, Gaynor Mindens with sueded tips, are much less likely to have a fall or injury.

The Christmas trees decorated: The red cedar trees were put up and decorated several days ago, and presents for my guests have been placed around the main tree, the one in the library. The staff have their own Christmas tree below stairs. I love the scent of cedar and they look gorgeous!   

The castle’s Yule log lit: My predecessors at Blackthorn Castle, traditionally had the castle Yule log lit on Christmas eve. So, yesterday, Friday the 23rd I opened the doors to the great hall and the massive Yule log was hauled in by a team of horses. One end was inserted into the huge fireplace with the remaining eighty percent jutting out into the great hall where as it burns it will be winched slowly forward across the hearth and into the fireplace. It should burn for the twelve days of Christmas the last being Thursday January 5^th. The end of last Christmas’ log was chopped up and placed under it as kindling and I lit it in a brief ceremony this morning. There is a twenty-four-hour fire watch posted in the great hall as long as the Yule Log is burning. 

Weather for Christmas: The weather service is calling for light rain for most of the day on the 25^th with mid-day temperature in the low 50s (F) so at least there will be no snow.  All my guests have arrived and our celebrations will be inside. So, it will just be the Twelve Days performers who will make the one hour trip up from the village in chartered four-wheel drive vehicles each day with the last performance by the entire cast on January 5^th.

Wishing all my friends (you know who you are) and readers a very merry Christmas, a happy New Year and the blessings of this holiday season.

End of year celebrations prep

Winter in the Cambrian Mountains Wales, UK

My Wards and their boyfriends have arrived: Bea a 19 y/o who graduated from St Lucy’s in 2015 and is attending Cambridge; Willow a 22 y/o Brit-chick who danced for the Royal Ballet. She is Jack’s natural daughter by an RB ballerina. When released from the company Willow danced in my ballet Co. in Vegas and she graduated from UNLV. She is now going to grad school at Cambridge; The Dryads, Bryony and Claire, in their mid-20s and former dancers with the RB are studying for Doctorates in Clinical Psychology at University College London. Everyone was off on December 2^nd and they don’t need to return to school until Tuesday January 17^th.  They have all brought gorgeous boyfriends so the scent of testosterone laced sweat again wafts fragrantly throughout the castle! They will be with me for seven and a half weeks, wonderful! I’m hoping to take them shopping in London for the sales after the New year!

The Barony and the twelve Days of Christmas: The Barony has always counted Christmas as the first day of the twelve days of Christmas so Twelfth night will be on Wednesday January 5^th in 2017.  After that my plans are still to be decided. Because of the Zika virus scare I haven’t been to my villa in the BVIs for more than eighteen months. I’d love to go and soak in the warmth of the water and sun with my wards. If I decide to chance it, we will leave for Virgin Gorda after Twelfth Night.

Christmas and the Old Ways: Returning readers will recall that my predecessors and I celebrate not only Christian holidays and festivals, but also the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon. In our Celtic celebrations, human reproductive tract secretions exchanged during mating rituals are used during fertility ceremonies. Instead of animal blood being spilled the transfer of seed from male to female in an act of ritual breeding occurs on stone altars where animal sacrifices once were offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic horse and moon Goddess Rhiannon.

The Winter Solstice: This year the solstice occurs on Wednesday December 21^st when I will be Cycle day 12 and fertile. My flat spring latex diaphragm will be filled with fertile cervical mucus which I will allow a lover to remove and lick the stretchy mucus into his mouth to swallow as I take a fresh FS diaphragm out, apply spermicide and insert it being sure to check that my cervix is beneath the dome before I let him penetrate me with his wonderfully long, hard and dripping love arrow.

My predecessor, Edith 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn, was at an advanced age and unable to participate or facilitate so the celebration of celestial events had been discontinued the last few years until I arrived and my duties were explained to me by the Barony’s Chamberlain.  As it has been since I’ve become Baroness, celebration of celestial events will occur inside the massive blackthorn perimeter that shields the altars from the sight of unbelievers. This fall the medieval underground access to the holy site from the castles deep cellars has been restored so it is once again safe to use. That’s good news as it keeps the celebrants dry and relatively warm while moving along the underground passage from the Castle to the Celtic holy site to come up inside the massive Blackthorn barrier.

Blackthorn Castle decoration for Christmas: The silver is polished and all the table linens have been washed, starched and pressed. And hundreds of new fragrant beeswax candles have been placed in the chandeliers and candelabras throughout the state apartments as well as the living areas.  The great hall, library, drawing rooms, my suite and all the guest suites have been decorated with fragrant fresh greenery which has to be replaced every few days as even evergreens begin to dry out after a while. Over the years, the gardner has established an area where he grows pine, cedar, holly and mistletoe to be used specifically for decorating so we are assured of having enough greenery. Given the number of open flames from candles and fireplaces during the year-end holidays my predecessor, Edith 22^nd Baroness, had a hose butt installed and a large hose connected and hidden in the great hall in case a spark starts a fire. With the Yule log, ablaze there will always be a fire watch set, just in case.  

Yule log tradition at Blackthorn Castle: My predecessors at Blackthorn Castle, traditionally had the castle Yule log lit on Christmas eve. So, on Saturday the 18^th in the early morning, after Tim and I celebrate Rhiannon/Rigantona’s equine Feastday in her grotto temple we will have a celebratory breakfast Then I will take my regular ballet class with my wards. After that I will officially open the doors to the great hall so the massive Yule log can be hauled in by a team of horses. One end will be inserted into the huge fireplace with the remaining eighty percent jutting out into the great hall where as it burns it will be winched slowly forward across the hearth and into the fireplace. It should burn for the twelve days of Christmas the last being January Thursday January 5^th, Twelfth-night. Returning readers may recall that this year’s log was selected cut and has been drying for the past year. On Christmas day, it will be lit from kindling made from the remains of last year’s log.

‘Tiny’ Tim for Christmas: I’m over-the-moon about Tim having two weeks leave from his studies in Oxfordshire over Christmas, New Years and Twelfth Night.  Returning readers may recall how well Tim and I work as a mated pair so I don’t expect any problems during the Winter Solstice ceremony although it will be his first time as a mate to a woman during a Goddess blessed ceremony. Afterward, if things go well we both should be high on endorphins and basking in the afterglow during breakfast. Last year, with Marvin, I collected his liquefied semen – more than 10 ml since he came three times - in a Diva Cup so I could use it as a dressing on his salad at supper. I’ll see if Tim can match him this year. Although I think Tim may want to drink it straight away. I invited Marvin, and his current squeeze, Miss Nexplanon, but he hasn’t responded so I suppose he intends to stay in Cambridge with her for the holiday.

My fertility over the Holidays: Since I’m cycling naturally I can’t be certain, however what should happen is that on:

• Sunday December 18^th, for Celebration, of Rhiannon/Rigantona’s equine Feastday I should be CD9 and newly fertile.
• Wednesday 21^st December The Winter Solstice. I should be CD12 and fertile.
• Friday December 31^st, New Year’s Eve I should be CD 22 and luteal.
• Thursday January 5^th, Twelfth Night, I should be CD27 and luteal.  

So, on Rhiannon feast day and the Winter Solstice I will wear a latex flat spring diaphragm for contraceptive protection. On New Year’s Eve and Twelfth Night I will be able to take Tim with neither of us using protection so not only will I be discharging his liquefied semen, but I will have his sperm in my tubes!

The castle’s Christmas Trees: We are fortunate to have a very large stand of red cedar trees (Juniperus Virginiana) on the estate. They were brought to the UK in the 18^th century by one of my predecessors. The head foresters here have been having more planted each year for a very long time and the trees thrive in the cool moist climate with a growth rate of one to two feet a year. When I was growing up in South Western Virginia we always had a red cedar Christmas tree. So, this year I’m having cedar Christmas trees in the main drawingroom, library and my own suite of rooms. The species is a bit prickly to handle, but the cedar’s wonderful scent makes up for that. Cedar is not native to the UK. However, it is particularly well adapted to mountainous climates where they receive winter precipitation which is ideal in the Cambrians as we get the moisture off the North Atlantic.  Not being a native species it is most often found in the UK when planted in parks and gardens of large estates.

My responsibilities: This is only my second Christmas as Baroness and last year it went very well. That was because my Chamberlain has done all the heavy lifting as he has been doing marvelously well for years. Together this year we have brushed off a few cobwebs and I think the villagers as well as my guests will have a fine time.   

I’m deep into execution of the plans for the series of celebrations previously mentioned: On the Winter solstice, on the 21st (I’ll be channeling the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon outside on a cold stone altar so I’m hoping for dry weather), then Christmas for the villagers as well as my estate. Then there is Boxing Day (December 26th) when bonusses are given out to the staff and suppliers of the estate for the exemplary work they have done on my behalf over the past year. Then New Years and festivities during the twelve days of Christmas ending on Twelfth Night, 5th of January. It’s my entertaining busy season and I get chills thinking about it!

It’s a considerable responsibility which if things go wrong I would rightly be blamed. Even though I’m the hereditary heiress and I’m being gradually accepted, I’m still looked on by some as being “not one of us” so I’m still proving myself with the locals. I have an amazing staff and with their help I’m slowly winning them over. One of the wildly popular things I began last year was letting the staff shop at the January sales in London. I paid for their round-trip train fare - they rode The Dragon (my two private rail cars) back and forth - and two nights in a descent hotel and they went in three shifts. On the estate, we managed rather well with some adjustments even though shorthanded for a week.

The staff reduction (during the January London shopping trips) worked so well that my Chamberlin suggested we cut the staff. I declined as loyal, well trained, hardworking service staff are a valuable asset and difficult to come by. The village relies on my estate for jobs and so I have continued the current staffing level. Well, actually staffing headcount had increased when I arrived as in the last years of my predecessor’s life entertaining declined and then ceased so positions had gone unfilled when opened by attrition.  And unless terminated for cause the policy is last hired first fired. Long term that won’t work as many of the staff are approaching retirement age and even training motivated people takes time. Another reason not to let staff go is that many of the new hires are sons or daughters of the present staff and it is important to me, and the estate, to retain continuity and institutional memory in service positions where possible.

The forecast is for cool and cloudy weather in the Cumbrian mountains for the next several weeks So I’m hoping that comes to pass.

Readers, please pray for me that everything will go smoothly

A Mabinogion tale performed, How Culhwch Won Olwen

A descendent of Twrch Trwyth and piglets

The Photo: A wild boar sow and her piglets. Boars are typically social animals, living in female-dominated sounders [a herd of wild swine] consisting of barren sows and mothers with young led by an old matriarch. Male boars leave their sounder at the age of 8–15 months, while females either remain with their mothers or establish new territories nearby.

Storm Frank: Oh my! 70 mph winds and record rain fall. For the month of December there was record breaking rainfall; 1015 mm = 40.6 inches for the month fell in Capel Curig in the north west of Wales. The M4 along the south of Wales was blocked at Bridgend (west of Port Talbot) by standing water for a day, but that’s clear now. Locally we have been extremely fortunate to have just a few trees blown down and no substantial damage.

A Holiday House Party: Since this was my first year end holiday season as Baroness I wanted to extend the hospitality of the Barony to everyone in the area, but particularly the landed gentry and farmers with land abutting the Barony as well as local leaders in government, business and industry. So I invited the local land owners (a few neighbors from surrounding farms and estates) and the movers and shakers from the local villages to a long weekend house party over the New Year weekend when most were on vacation during the holidays. Guests arrived on Thursday the 31^st and departed today, Sunday the 3^rd of January.   

Thursday and Friday dress for dinner was business attire. Dress for Saturday night was black tie for the men and gowns for the ladies. I would have gone with white tie, but some probably didn’t have it and the men looked splendid along with Tim in his Dress uniform.  The menu for Saturday night (Jan 2^nd) was the castles famous crown rack of spring lamb (in two rack crowns) and wild boar tenderloin, green string beans, roasted potatoes with mince pie and ice cream for dessert. Coffee, tea and sloe brandy or wine with dessert. I think it was more curiosity than anything else that had so many women guests asking for the Barony’s sloe brandy rather than wine since the brandy is not sold and bottles are rarely given away. The meal was served in the Great Hall with the Yule log burning in the massive fireplace at the other end. I used the great hall so the minstrel galleries, there are two, could be used for the entertainment and the acoustics from the galleries is quite marvelous with the voices reflecting off the huge roof timbers so that every word spoken can be heard clearly by the guests in the hall below.

I was delighted that no one sent regrets (and all attended even with the terrible weather we are having) though I imagine everyone was curious, especially the women, to see what changes I’d made to the castle and to judge the new Baroness ‘in performance’.  Not leaving anything to chance I had the conversations in the bathrooms recorded so I could hear the comments when the women (especially) though they were alone. Being reviewed by ones jealous and sometimes hormonal neighbors is not particularly pleasant, but I’m very pleased to say the castle and the meal were given very high marks! I was given high marks for both hospitality and presentation, but my reputation as a Cougar and an expert in the art of Pompoir was well known and the women all talked about keeping their men out of my aura as even some of the women found me attractive. I really want to try and stay away from establishing sexual relationships with married neighbors since if they go bad having a disgruntled neighbor can be unpleasant so I don’t think the local wives have anything to fear from me as I’m not giving local married men (not that some aren’t worthy of my time) any romantic encouragement.

In welcoming remarks before we sat down to dinner I confirmed that I will continue to allow hunting, fishing and trapping on Barony land as long as applicable laws are followed. I had been holding that announcement back building the suspense. There had been a rumor in the village that I might forbid hunting, fishing and trapping on my land so there was a sigh of relief and a applause when I got that out of the way as one of the first things I talked about. Another thing that I knew local people are edgy about, but no one dared mention, at least not to my face, is that I wasn’t born in the UK and therefore “She’s not one of us.”   

It’s true that I was born in Virginia and have an East Coast accent to the extent I have an accent at all and not a plummy one from a posh school in the Home Counties or Switzerland, though as an actress I can speak in one when necessary. And my immediate family hadn’t been of the aristocracy nor lived in the UK for years. So I tried to allay any fears by mentioning that while born in the U.S. I was of British parents whose ancestors can be traced back for hundreds of years and in the case of my great aunt’s family from whom I inherited the Barony for almost a thousand years. Too, I am very interested in my Welsh heritage and the history and legends of the Welsh nation if I’m permitted to use that term, not that I’m a nationalist. Actually, I’m a Royalist and support the Monarchy even though HM may not be too pleased with my forms of employment and amusement. Not that some Royals aren’t above a roaming hand in a girl’s tights or down her cleavage when the opportunity presents itself.  

I’ve been engrossed for months in reading a new (2007) translation of The Mabinogion by Sioned Davies to get a feel for ancient Welsh legends that began as oral tales and much later were set down in manuscripts very few of which have come down to us. So I thought it would be fun to have as entertainment for the final evening of our gathering one of the legends recorded in the Mabinogion performed from memory by a troupe of Jongleurs.  The troupe used Sioned Davies translation as their script and had been working on their lines for the past few months and for the last several weeks has been rehearsing in great hall. They are amazingly good with voice changes for the different characters in the tale! The story we chose was How Culhwch Won Olwen.

How Culhwch Won Olwen: In the introduction to her translation of The Mabinogion Sioned Davies says this about the legend How Culhwch Won Olwen:

“How Culhwch Won Olwen portrays a world far removed from that of European romance, a world where Arthur holds court in Celli Wig in Cornwall and heads a band of the strangest warriors ever… who, together with Arthur, ensure that Culhwch overcomes his stepmother’s curse and marries Olwen, daughter of Ysbaddaden Chief Giant. The interest throughout is in the action with the hunting of the magical boar Twrch Trwyth reminiscent of a fast moving film as he and his piglets are chased by Arthur and his men from Ireland across south Wales, and eventually to Cornwall.  All characters are stereotyped – the beautiful Olwen, the handsome Culhwch, the treacherous Ysbaddaden; talking to ants, owls, stags, and salmon poses no problem as one of Arthur’s men, Gwrhyr interpreter of languages is there to translate. Indeed, the story with its rhetorical set-pieces and burlesque scenes, is a world apart from the restraint and control of the ‘Four Branches’ [the first four stories in the Mabinogion] and is without doubt, a tale to be performed – vocality is of its essence.”

That particular tale’s vocality is why I hired the Jongleurs to perform it during my house party at the castle to boost interest in Welsh history and develop regional (if not national) pride. Years ago all Welsh children were read tales from The Mabinogion so they became familiar with the legends and characters in them. Now however, that’s seldom the case. So I included a brief synopsis (below) of the story, from Wikipedia, for each guest as sadly there are great many people in Wales these days who are unfamiliar with the Welsh legends set down in The Mabinogion. You can read the full Wikipedia article HERE.

“Synopsis: Culhwch's father, King Cilydd son of Celyddon, loses his wife Goleuddydd after a difficult childbirth. When he remarries, the young Culhwch rejects his stepmother's attempt to pair him with his new stepsister. Offended, the new queen puts a curse on him so that he can marry no one besides the beautiful Olwen, daughter of the giant Ysbaddaden Pencawr. Though he has never seen her, Culhwch becomes infatuated with her, but his father warns him that he will never find her without the aid of his famous cousin Arthur. The young man immediately sets off to seek his kinsman. He finds him at his court in Celliwig in Cornwall; this is one of the earliest instances in literature or oral tradition of Arthur's court being assigned a specific location and a valuable source of comparison with the court of Camelot or Caerleon as depicted in later Welsh, English and continental Arthurian legends.

Arthur agrees to help, and sends six of his finest warriors (Cai, Bedwyr, Gwalchmei, Gwrhyr Gwalstawd Ieithoedd, Menw son of Tairgwaedd and Cynddylig Gyfarwydd) to join Culhwch in his search for Olwen. The group meets some relatives of Culhwch's that know Olwen and agree to arrange a meeting. Olwen is receptive to Culhwch's attraction, but she cannot marry him unless her father agrees, and he, unable to survive past his daughter's wedding, will not consent until Culhwch completes a series of about forty impossible-sounding tasks. Fortunately for Culhwch (and the reader), the completion of only a few of these tasks is recorded and the giant is killed, leaving Olwen free to marry her lover.”

Imagination and romance: The Jongleurs with their marvelous performance kept everyone at the feast on the edge of their seats, entrancing even most skeptical and the faint-of-heart as they told of Arthur and his men gathering items required in the 40 tasks needed to win Olwen and chasing the magical boar, Twrch Trwyth, and his piglets through Ireland, Wales and Cornwall. The audience responded with sighs at the frequent and vicious fights and high death toll of Arthur’s men in bloody battles with the forces of the magical boar; and cheers when Ysbaddaden, Olwen’s father, faced with having all his demands met reluctantly gives her to Culhwch and then was beheaded. Even the most rational guests found themselves spellbound suspending disbelief for the time it took to enjoy the performance.

Although everyone knew better there was a definite feeling among my guests that the delicious wild boar tenderloin that was being served was from Twrch Trwyth himself. For the two hours that the Jongleurs were performing my guests and I were drawn so deeply into the tale that time passed very quickly. It was as though we were hypnotized by the fluidity and cadence of the narrative as the marvelous performers told the ancient tale.

Christmas at Blackthorn Castle

Crown rack of spring lamb with rosemary and oregano 

The photo: A crown rack of lamb that will melt in your mouth! It’s something that Mrs. Bridges has made the castle’s kitchen famous for.

Christmas at the castle: Christmas day dawned cold with temps in the high 30s (F) with heavy rain almost all day. Fortunately none of us had to go outside unless we wanted to. We have a lovely fifteen foot spruce as a Christmas tree decorated with ornaments handed down from earlier holders of the title augmented down through the years. The lights are new, but the rest is very traditional. Presents were exchanged before breakfast. Though there are no children present Bea at eighteen the youngest girl present seemed almost as excited as I remember being when I was six, the Christmas before my mother died. This year I got lingerie (The giver looks forward to watching me take it off or ripping it off me himself.), perfume and gift certificates to Freed and Gaynor Minden as well as a lovely amethyst (my birthstone) necklace. Marvin gave me a special gift I had been looking for seemingly for ages, but hadn’t been able to find. I’m going to write about that in a separate post.

For the most part I gave practical token but useful fun gifts; razors (beard burn on breasts can be very annoying), condoms and Viagra for the men and Caya diaphragms, spermicide, EllaOne, remote controlled vibis (by Lelo) to be worn in the vagina and toe pads for the women. Caya should be appreciated by men too because the matte textured dome stimulates the glans remarkably and the removal dome can be used by a lover to stimulate the wearer’s G-spot. Just saying…   Later, in a private moment I gave my wards small designer leather bags fitted out and fully equipped as slit-kits.

Menstrual cycle status: Later Christmas morning my wards, their French ballet boyfriends and I took our obligatory ballet and pointe classes to stay flexible for the anticipated ballet and dive-sex. All my wards have frameless, stringless copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted so they cycle naturally. When I lived in Las Vegas and my wards lived with me they were in menstrual synchrony with me because we sweated so much together that their bodies synched to my pheromones. Now that we live apart Bea and Willow cycle on their own while the Dryads, Bryony and Claire are beginning to sync with my 28 day cycle. Christmas day I was CD14 and ovulated while the Dryads were about CD9 and fertile. Bea and Willow were CD 20 something and luteal.

A first dip in The Wells: The women all followed me down to the shallowest (64 ft.) of the wells. We inserted our latex flat spring diaphragms, used as flood insurance, in case men joined us and wanted dive-sex. But none did as they were glued to the telly binge watching one sport program after another. I had Carla hang a net at 30 feet in the shallow pool as a precaution so if there was an uncontrolled descent the diver wouldn’t fall to the bottom.  

We wore thong bikinis, flippers and swim caps to keep the chemicals out of our hair. Carla checked the fit of our OTS Guardian FFMs and buoyancy compensators with integral weight pockets. She has checked that all the masks were in good repair before we got to the equipment room Willow, Bea and my Guardians have gotten a lot of use but Bryony and Claire just got theirs so they are still getting used to wearing them. One of the nice things is that we can all talk to one another on the comm. units while underwater and we can all hear each other scream, moan, whimper and gasp in orgasm.

Pool temperatures: For Olympic swimming, the Red Cross and FINA (The international governing body of swimming, diving, water polo, synchronized swimming and open water diving), have set the water temperature for competitive swimming between 77° to 82° F (25°-28°C), and 81°F (27°C) for synchronized swimming. Warmer water is less dense and therefore less friction as a swimmers body moves through it. Standard water temperatures ensure that all performances are on a level state of conditions. I have my pools temperatures set at 79° (F) and that is very comfortable. 

Christmas dinner: Dinner on Christmas day for my wards, their boyfriends, Carla my 29 y/o Divemaster and her diver boyfriend, Chris my male Gyn and a ballerina girlfriend and Marvin and I went extremely well. The menu was a typical Christmas feast with turkey and crown rack of spring lamb (for which the castle kitchen is famous) stuffing, mashed potatoes, giblet gravy, candid yams, mince pie and ice cream, coffee and hot or ice tea. And Christmas Crackers in which were small favors for each guest.

Sloe Brandy: After dinner the Barony’s famous (or perhaps a better term is infamous) Sloe brandy was served. It is distilled, aged and bottled at the castle from the fruit of the ubiquitous blackthorn bushes used to hedge fields and roads on the Barony. The fruit, called a "sloe", is a drupe 10–12 millimeters (0.39–0.47 in) in diameter, black with a purple-blue waxy bloom, ripening in autumn, and harvested—traditionally, at least in the UK, in October or November after the first frosts.

Charades: After dinner had settled we played a game of charades using the huge wardrobe of costumes and props that had been accumulated by Edith my predecessor. The subject for the evening was film stars from the 50s to present. The Brits seem to love dressing up especially the men who love mincing about in high heels and womens clothes. I think that must be from the sexually repressive upbringing of all-male schools, corporal punishment and cold showers that warp their sexuality. Fortunately some of them make lovely women (until you get their clothes off) so they can be great fun to play charades with!

I thought standouts in men’s roles were: Marvin who did a marvelous impression of Cary Grant “Judy, Judy, Judy”, and Chris who made an amazing Clark Gable, “Frankly Scarlet, I don’t give a damn.” Go figure!

Among characters from dance films I portrayed during the evening - with the help of Emily, my dresser, who got me in and out of costume and makeup quickly with her skill as a studio costumer and makeup expert - I became: ‘Olympia’ the Moira Shearer role as a mechanical doll that comes to life in The Tales of Hoffmann (1951); the Cyd Charisse role of ‘The Widow’ dressed in black tights, black pointes, black elbow length gloves and a black bustier with circular white breast accent in  the film Black Tights (1961); and The Natalie Portman role as ‘Nina Sayers’ costumed as the Swan Queen in Black Swan (2010). What fun!

 

 

 

Celtic Goddess Rhiannon, Lust Training

The Celtic Goddess Rhiannon

The Photo: A depiction of Rhiannon as redhead like me - though my hair is longer, finer and softer – which, since I seem to be channeling her to some considerable extent while I’m at Blackthorn Castle, is appropriate.

Channeling Rhiannon: The Oxford scholar of Celtic mythology, who is overseeing the dig in the lowest levels of the east tower of Blackthorn Castle, has determined the site is a temple to the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon (pronounced Ree-an-non). She is a Goddess of the earth and fertility, of horses and birds as well as inspiration and the moon. The temple is in the foundation of the east tower one of the earliest parts of the castle which was built in the early 1300s or before almost certainly because of the spring which was probably in a grove of oak trees as that was a favorite location for the worship of Celtic deities. My Goddess, Aphrodite, for whom I am a priestess, is fine with that since she sees Rhiannon as a Celtic version of herself as Venus was for the Romans, which for me is a good thing since I would not want to be caught between two competing goddesses. So my celebration of the moon and the Winter Solstice will have a decided Celtic tilt this year, not that it wasn’t at Location Z.  Too, I think celebrating on the feast day of Rhiannon will consist of a smaller ceremony, because of the lack of space in the immediate temple area, though no less intimate consisting primarily of my being inseminated with the standard ritual planting of seed.

A Holy Spring: The fresh water spring found behind a wall of loose stones in a small grotto in the rock on which the castle foundations for the east tower were built accounts for the dampness at the lowest levels. Internal vents channeling fresh air from the winds across the top of the tower have been unclogged so that air can circulate and ritual fires can again be safely built in worship of Rhiannon/Aphrodite. There is nothing we have found in the texts about holy fruit specifically for the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon, though the apple and hazel nuts were thought to be magical. So, I’m going to offer apples and pomegranates since pomegranates are the preferred fruit for offerings to Aphrodite unless we discover more facts before the holy days.   Rhiannon’s birthday is celebrated on July 4^th but also at Beltane (May 1^st) and tangentially December 18^th as the Roman Goddess of horses. Therefore, later this month I will have the first celebration of Rhiannon at the location on which Blackthorn Castle was built in perhaps a thousand years.  

The Landsker Line: From Wikipedia. “The Landsker Line is a term used for the language boundary between the largely Welsh-speaking and largely English-speaking areas in southwest Wales. The English-speaking areas, south of the Landsker line and known as ‘Little England beyond Wales’, are notable for having been English linguistically and culturally for many centuries despite being far from the border with England. The line is noted for being sharp, and for having moved only slightly over the past several centuries.” The closest market town to Blackthorn Castle is Llanidloes well north of the Landsker Line15% of whose population of about 3,000 can speak Welsh.

Lust training for seminarians, continued: I’m finding the students eager to learn and amazed at the immense pleasure a woman with vaginal skills is capable of giving. They are finding the vagina is not just a hot, wet, tight, deep vessel into which a male can insert himself to achieve sexual relief. Almost all the men who have filled me with their seed have admitted that they are very conflicted about lust training as in some taboo compartment in their minds separated from holy orders that they will be taking they want to have the thrill of impregnating me. Or better yet while thrusting into me pretend I’m their sister or their best friend’s wife or mom. I love it when they confide those longings as then I know who to concentrate more of my pelvic skills on. However, I try not to get too involved with any of them. It would be amazingly easy and cruel to addict one or more of them to fetish sex and inadvertently tie them to me on a psychological penis leash since when they complete lust training they could develop separation anxiety.

Aside from that though I think should any of them who leave the priesthood or convert to the Anglican faith there may be a down side to taking my Lust Training course. I think it’s likely that I will have ruined them for sex with a vanilla woman. That’s because (and I don’t say this to brag) as an Escort trainer I have the body and pelvic skills that very few vanilla women will ever have. So having exposed the men to the delights of Pompoir and the Mare’s Trick among other pelvic skills, which are for a man mind blowing examples of the muscle control a woman can bring to pleasuring a man, it’s quite possible that the seminarians who have taken Lust Training with me will be expecting far more in bed than a typical vanilla woman knows how to give and therefore will never be satisfied unless they fall in love with a talented Escort.

As this in being written I’ve only been training Seminarians for seven days and two of them have already dropped out of the course for medical reasons. One because intense sexual activity triggered an epileptic seizure because no one knew he had a seizure disorder. The second student had a minor heart attack just as he came in me and vomited in my hair while he was still on top of me. Both are in a local hospital until they are stable enough to be released. Their families will be told that they became ill during ‘intense athletic exercise’, which is not too far off the mark since it was educational/recreational sex.  The injuries have caused the Head Master to rethink his desire to have his seminarians participate in Lust training w/o first undergoing a stress test to see if they are healthy enough for sexual activity.

The other seminarian Lust Training candidates have now quickly undergone stress tests so I shouldn’t have any more medical emergencies during training encounters. The young men are so grateful I am spending what one called ‘quality time’ with them and the stamina of 18 y/os is marvelous most being able to get off three times in 30 minutes w/o using a performance enhancing medication. 

Diaphragm tricks, Holiday planning

One of my 80mm latex Reflexions FS diaphragms

The photo: One of my latex Reflexions flat spring rim diaphragms and a pair of my red GM play shoes. The Reflexions maker, Lamberts, stopped making them at the end of 2014. The long white polymer device in the photo is an ‘introducer’ that was once a standard insertion aid and it too is no longer being produced. You can tell how soft and stretchy the dome is by how it lays in soft folds and the heat transfer properties of latex membrane are awesome! A flat spring latex diaphragm has become a must have for ritual sex during celestial celebrations as it allows me to cycle naturally while protecting me from the common consequences of sex with a virile and unprotected man.

 

Diaphragm tricks: To increase the strength of the seal (the suction) in the dome of a correctly sized and properly inserted diaphragm you need to express as much of the air in the dome as possible. The wearer should do that immediately after insertion by inserting the first two fingers of either hand into her vagina and press the dome against the anterior wall of the vagina and into the anterior fornix as far as it will go being sure not to damage the dome with a fingernail in the process. I wear my nails short, but even so while using the pad side of the finger the nail tip will come in contact with the dome especially while pressing it into the anterior fornix so care or a nitrile glove should be used.

 

Labia Labs latex (3L) diaphragms: Returning readers may recall that in March of 2012 I mentioned that Gepetto had teamed up with Labia Labs to produce a line of latex diaphragms with coil spring rims in standard sizes from 55mm to 90mm in 5mm increments. And now he has added a latex flat spring rim to take the place of the Reflexions of fond memory. He decided against producing an All-Flex arcing spring rim device because there were patent licensing costs and an arcing spring rim is needed primarily for women with lax muscle tone which is of no concern to Gepettos target market, escorts with fetish specialties and some of the tightest and strongest vaginal grips in the world.  The devices can be custom made in half sizes (2.5mm) and can be provided by special request. The Labia Labs Latex (known as 3L) line of diaphragms is now being offered exclusively through our women’s clinic here in London and only to hostesses working for Clever Cunts and Taryn’s stable of Escorts both of which are now run by one of Tanaquil’s stable masters. The exclusivity of the 3L flat spring diaphragm gives our girls a significant advantage over other escorts serving the fetish community.

 

The 3L line 80mm flat spring user roster: Having the Latex FS diaphragms dispensed exclusively by my clinic has enabled me to do a much better job of tracking women taking the 80mm size which is what I wear. So if an escort dies during sex with a client while wearing her latex 3LFS I know about it right away and can attempt to harvest her diaphragm before the body is sent to the morgue. In those instances the diaphragm becomes known to me as a ‘death rubber’ as it contains a small portion of its former owner’s Chi that contains all her pelvic skills and fetishes so when I wear a ‘death rubber’ its former owner’s sexual knowledge and skills become mine.

 

When it was announced that the Reflexions would no longer be available I despaired of ever being able to restock my ‘death rubber’ diaphragm supply, but Gepetto and Labia Labs in offering the 3L latex flat spring will allow me to continue harvesting latex flat spring diaphragms from unfortunate wearers for the foreseeable future.  

 

Winter Solstice, Christmas, 12^th Night & Virgin Gorda planning: Trinity College Cambridge Christmas vacation is from: December 14 Monday, Last day of undergraduate and graduate classes, to January 25 Monday, Undergraduate and graduate classes begin. Being off for five weeks will allow Bea, Willow, the Dryads (Bryony and Claire) and Marvin (Morning wood) along with the girls boyfriends to spend the Winter Solstice, Christmas and 12^th Night at Blackthorn Castle and then have several weeks with me along in the BVIs at my place on Lost Cove on Virgin Gorda. I was pleased that the Dryads want to spend the holidays with me rather than their parents though I think it was the lure of time in the BVIs and the possibility of multiple partners that tipped the scale in my favor.

 

My cycle and the moon: I’ll be fertile, CD11, on the Winter Solstice which will be on Tuesday December 22^nd. The moon will be waxing and 89% visible then and will be full on Christmas Eve, Christmas and Boxing Day, December 24^th through 26^th. I should ovulate on Christmas day. Being fertile on the Winter Solstice is awesome as it brings good fortune from the goddess.

 

Training for seminarians: I’ve been engaged to provide lust training for young men studying at a local seminary. The Head Master thinks it’s best to have them knowledgeable about what temptations await them before rather than after they take vows of Chastity Poverty and Obedience. It’s a novel approach, one I don’t think many seminaries have tried with success in the past. This is my first day with them and I gave them an overview of contemporary sexual health and then paired off for individual training with the first one. The order in which I’m taking them – it will be in a delightfully outfitted encounter salle at the seminary - was decided by drawing straws.  I’m certainly looking forward to taking each one in hand and to bed for a day. They are such lovely well muscled young men and are all supposedly virgins meaning that they have never had penile vaginal intercourse.

 

As this is written I ovulated four days ago and I’ll be luteal for almost the next two weeks and then menstrual so I can initiate any who are interested in menstrual sex as well. I’m going to train them with neither my student nor me using contraceptive protection of any sort. That way we both will have maximum tactile sensation during intercourse. I will have a different eighteen year old spew hot, thick, creamy semen deep inside me each day and have their sperm in my tubes every day for nearly two weeks with no worry about pregnancy. What fun! As I write I’m draining the first one’s liquefied semen, the bit you can never entirely Kegel out, into the cotton gusset of my tights. That is such a sensuous feeling! What a marvelous opportunity to enjoy young men at the height of their sexual potency!

 



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.   

 

Merry Christmas 2014

Christmas at the Repetto shop Paris

 

Wishing all my readers the happiest of Holidays.

May the New Year bring you joy.

Run-up to the Holidays, death rubber harvesting

Barelegged in an old pair of featherflex Gaynor Mindens

The Photo: Prelude to illicit sex. Teasing Morning Wood (my therapist) after a counseling session before being penetrated from behind while en-pointe.  The reader can see the platform padding has been worn through the left shoe under the big toe and the blue polymer of the box is showing through having been worn away from my ‘winging’ (balancing on the inside edge of the box) which I love doing.

Thanksgiving preparations:  It’s becoming a tradition to have Thanksgiving dinner at my place watching football, eating and having sex, not necessarily in that order. His Grace and Jack have a family meeting at Crag Abbey on a mountain overlooking Loch Ness so they won’t be with us this year which worked out well since I wanted to invite my psychiatrist, Morning Wood, to whom I’m known as Jenna. My wards and I will be With His Grace and Viscount Sandbach in December to celebrate the Winter Solstice on Sunday December 21, at 23:03 UTC at Location Z so there will be plenty of British semen to go around then. If our cycles stay on schedule Willow, Bea and I will be fertile. Since the Swan Twins are still adjusting to Yaz I’m not sure where in their pill cycle they will be.

UNLV’s classes schedule works out nicely w/o cutting classes to allow my wards  – I can write Bea’s Tutor at St Lucy’s a note - to aid me in my obligation to represent the Goddess Aphrodite during the Winter Solstice at the ancient Scottish holy site in the Western Highlands. The UNLV schedule is:

December 13, Saturday Semester Ends

[Winter Solstice Sunday December 21]
January 20, Tuesday Instruction Begins

Virgin Gorda in January: That should give us a week or ten days in Scotland with the Duke of M**** and family for the solstice, Christmas and New Years and then another two weeks at my place at Lost Cove on Virgin Gorda to relax and warm up after the cold and wet of Loc Z and Crag Abbey before the girls need to be back in school.

Ballet self defense: Recently sexual assault has gained prominence in the national media as there have been a number of high profile attacks on young women. At St Lucy’s as well as my classes for female escorts at the casino school I’ve been teaching self defense in point- shoes – as part of ballet-sex training - for years to my students. Pointe-shoes are difficult to run in if being chased by a man intent on robbery or assault. Most girls in my pointe classes have been in toe-shoes for at least five years and have the ability to place a foot exactly where she wants. This makes up to some extent for being unable to run w/o untying her pointes. I have students wearing old pointe-shoes practice hitting the knees, pelvis, throat or temple of manikins with the intent to disable her attacker with the platform or the heel of her pointe-shoe. The students wear Gaynors for self defense class as the blocks can take abuse w/o coming apart and reducing toe protection. It’s the same ballet self defense class that I give the women dancers in my ballet troupe.  

At my Thanksgiving table this year the couples will be: 1 Ondine, (Willow’s mom) with Jacques, Gigi’s father and a former lover of mine as her partner; 2 Bea & Chris (our male Gyn); 3 Pirate and Yardley Flood, our ballet-boot trainer; 4 Adolph and Kassi (this new PR manager); 5&6 Odette and Odile (With the Gemini, Castor and Pollux who have been ardent in their continuing pursuit of the Swan twins); 7 Marvin (Morning Wood) and me; 8 Paul (the Swan Twins father) and Gigi since she looks a lot like the swan twins and is submissive like Odette and; 9 last but not least Willow and Mitch who is a Stallion level escort working for Pirate our local Stable Master. She is sweet on Mitch after they were paired during the series of tests he was given to prove he wasn’t responsible for the rash of pregnancies his clients with IUDs had.

Later when we got fetal DNA it confirmed that Mitch wasn’t responsible for the pregnancies that clients experienced only mind-blowing orgasms which were so intense that his pregnant clients assumed the father was Mitch rather than one of their other lovers. The women had reduced the effectiveness of their hormonal IUDs by taking diet pills.

Missing at Thanksgiving this year will be: Fiona (Cyndi’s mom) and Maj. Colin Tree who are with her father (the Duke) at Crag Abbey; Cyndi who is at Cambridge and with Taryn at Cunt Castle; His Grace and Marie-Claude a member of my ballet troupe and former Paris Opera Ballet dancer who the old bull is very fond of and Jack, Viscount Sandbach and a French Escort who is a Paris Opera Ballet dancer who Tanaquil is supplying.

Pubes waxing for the Holidays: Our esthetician will be traveling with us to Scotland and Virgin Gorda this year as we and some of our male partners will need our pubes waxed during that time. She will actually travel ahead with Chris, our male Gyn, to shave or wax the males we will be with to celebrate the Solstice and Christmas / New Years and to shave faces and male pubes since beard and pubic stubble would rub us raw while being fucked or enjoying cunilingus. Ideally waxing should occur mid cycle when vulvar tissue is the least sensitive and if possible it’s best to allow two or three days after waxing to allow for skin recovery.

Fortunately my wards - even the youngest one Bea - now have been waxing every four weeks or so for years and the hair gets finer and less the longer a woman waxes so it’s more of a nuisance now than painful since all of us have enough masochist in us to enjoy a bit of pain especially if it’s to make us look more youthful and desirable. I’ve been waxing for almost thirty years so my time on the table is usually less than fifteen minutes and amounts to just a cleanup and polish.

Harvesting a death rubber at Splash: There was an unfortunate incident last week at Splash, Adolph’s members only fetish diving club. A new towel girl from Eastern Europe was with a client in an encounter pool having dive-sex when they both overdosed on her coke stash which she had inexplicably forgotten to remove. She kept in a condom in her vagina and Bea said her co-worker thought she was deep enough that a client couldn’t hit it, but that she usually removed it before she dived with massively hung clients just in case.

She must have miscalculated or she wasn’t aroused when he penetrated her because the security video showed after the first few thrusts the Towel Girl began to shudder then expelled her mouthpiece vomited inhaled and drowned while her client continued thrusting several times before he began to shudder vomited and drowned while still inside and clinging to the dead Towel Girl.

Bea was suited up (in an OTS Guardian FFM and tank, ready for her next client and went down to attach flotation bags to the bodies to get them to the surface.  Before the EMTs got there Bea gloved up and pulled the dead girls latex Reflexions FS diaphragm out leaving the burst condom that still had some coke in it inside her. Bea knew they wore the same size diaphragm so was prepared to harvest it for personal use if something happened to her co-worker during a penetrative sexual encounter. Later I helped her disinfect it washing it thoroughly with warm soapy water then letting it soak in isopropyl alcohol for thirty minutes before washing it again drying it and putting it back in its case which she took from the girls handbag in their dressing room. Being able to take advantage of the dead girl’s Chi Bea should now be far more expert in Eastern European sexual fetishes.