To Virgin Gorda for Mother’s Day

The North Sound of Virgin Gorda BVI

Mother’s day on Virgin Gorda: This weekend my Inner circle and I are going to my place on the North Sound of Virgin Gorda for two weeks and to celebrate Mother's Day with Jack's Mom with a big party at my place. Our dive gear has already been sent ahead as have our pointe shoes, practice clothes and contraceptive supplies: Spare diaphragms in our sizes, DiveGel+, Semécide, FC2s, the new EC med ella and Mifeprex just in case something unexpected happens. It shouldn’t, but with contraception nothings is 100% effective.  

I managed to get Willow, Odette and Odile’s UNLV end of year exams pulled up so they  finished today, Friday, and we will leave tonight for Virgin Gorda to celebrate Mother’s day with The Duchess and her children, Jack and Fiona, and Fiona’s daughter Cyndi all of whom will be coming to be with the Duchess. Anya is coming as are Paul (the Swan Twins father), the Gemini and Chris our male Gyn who accompanied our dive gear and contraceptive supplies sent ahead earlier in the week. Attending will be:

• Her Grace & her current lover Sir Colin A.
• Anya & Paul both of whom seem to be government troubleshooters
• Odette, Odile & Castor & Pollux
• Fiona and Maj. Tree both of whom work for the British Govt.
• Jack (Viscount Sandbach) & me
• Cyndi & Chris

Sleeping arrangements: Her Grace and Sir Colin A. will be at her estate; Odette, Odile & Castor & Pollux and Anya and Paul will be staying at Paul’s place next to mine on Lost Cove; Fiona and Maj. Tree will be staying with me and Jack as will Cyndi and Chris.

Travel: I’ve advanced our departure to this evening so we will be landing on St Thomas early Saturday. As there is a strong possibility of thunderstorms and I don’t want to be sailing through the islands at night in storms.  Although, we would be using the diesel engines rather than sails. We will pick up Fiona, Maj. Tree and Cyndi at Dulles. Paul is already at his place next to mine on Lost Cove and His Grace has again generously loaned us the use of his 95 ft. sailboat the Wanton Lass IV and crew for the duration of our stay. Cyndi’s grandmother, the Duchess, who lives in a large estate on Virgin Gorda year round, is again lending us an under-housekeeper to open the house and run the staff with six hand-picked and experienced islanders so things should be well in hand when we get there.

We will be flying in to Cyril E. King Airport (IATA: STT), on south west side of St Thomas which has a 7,000 ft. runway with the west end protruding into Brewers Bay.  Wanton Lass IV will meet us at an industrial dock at Krum Bay, a short drive just south and east of the airport. On Krum Bay there is also an archeological site with human occupations dating between 1000 and 200 BC. Once aboard I was hoping we would enjoy a leisurely sail to my place on Lost Cove on the North Sound Virgin Gorda, but the forecast is for thunder storms and it’s a long sail.

Weather forecast for Virgin Gorda: Low temps in the mid 70° F and highs in the high 70s or low 80s with 60% chance of showers or thunderstorms forecast for Saturday and Sunday and 20 to 30% chance for the following seven days. Oh well, the dive-sex in the cove should be great regardless.

Crag Abbey

Loch Ness from the mountains near Crag Abbey

Location Z: While pleased to get away from the commercialism and crowds of Stonehenge the weather in the highlands surrounding Loch Broom could hardly have been less appealing for outside celebrations even for the Earth Goddess. Himself insists The Goddess is testing her believers to see if their faith is strong enough to brave frigid conditions to celebrate the Winter Solstice. Perhaps. His Grace has done everything possible to make the celebrants as comfortable as possible under difficult circumstances. I think the miserable weather is almost certainly why Location Z was abandoned. Of course His Grace isn’t going to abandon it when it is on his property and under his control.

UK weather: We were fortunate to have just missed a severe storm off the Atlantic by traveling from Ullapool to the mountains around Loch Ness on Sunday Dec 22. Trains from London were still on time as well on the 22^nd.  As this is being written on Monday December 23^rd southern England and western Scotland are having severe storms with heavy rain and high winds in the south and snow and Ice in the north especially in the mountains. We are quite snug here at Crag Abbey behind solid walls and a lead roof and with a large generator in the inner bailey with several months of fuel if the power goes out. His Grace had the power line right of ways freshly cleared in the fall and much of the line up from Inverness is buried so perhaps we won’t have a commercial power interruption. Crossing fingers!

On Sunday after a full English breakfast the initiates were sent on their way with gamekeepers to take them home and we loaded our things in the Range Rovers for the trip east to Loch Ness and the climb to Crag Abbey. The trip in sleet and snow took four hours, but was uneventful with the private road up to the abbey well plowed. The abbey’s looming outer bailey walls and drawbridge are modeled on 13^th C examples that can still be seen elsewhere in England.  The Abbey is beautifully decorated for Christmas with boughs of holly and other winter greens and a huge Christmas tree in the Great Hall. The restored keep with its wings of guest rooms, small suites mostly, had been pre-assigned and our things were unloaded and unpacked by the staff while we had a late lunch and awaited the arrival of the rest of the guests. I took the opportunity to visit the Roman temple kept under lock and key with Jack. I think it is one of my favorite spots as I feel close to the Goddess there. I think that’s because before the Romans built on this location it was the site of a holy spring belonging to the earth Goddess whom I serve. I talked Jack into lending me a key to the Chapel so I can worship privately since we will be here through the New Year.

The Roman temple at Crag Abbey: From my post for Tuesday, July 12, 2011 entitled: ‘Deer stalking, Crag Abbey and the heir’  “I was particularly interested in the mosaic images of Roman Goddesses in the floor of the chapel which is the part of the abbey that was the least damaged by neglect over the centuries. The part that archeologists have found puzzling is that the mosaics appear to be of Roman origin perhaps of the 1st or 2nd centuries CE, long before Christianity became the state religion of the Roman Empire and much further north than the Romans were believed to have penetrated in Scotland. There are representations of four powerful Roman Goddesses; Venus, Diana, Minerva, and Juno, which together are said to be unique.”  For more about the temple see the post referenced above.

Christmas reunion: Other guests at Crag Abbey for Christmas are Taryn (on holiday from Cambridge), Cyndi, Fiona (and Major Tree) and Tanaquil, (who runs Taryn’s Porn empire and lives in Paris). It is like something out of Downton Abbey (before WWI) as far as the splendor, servants and service is concerned, but with all the modern convinces. What were needed were men for the women. His Grace had his French ballerina from the POB, I had Jack, and Fiona had Maj. Tree, but the rest; Bea, Willow, Odette, Odile, Beth, Taryn, Cyndi and Tanaquil needed dinner and bed partners. Tanaquil, who procured the men worked to order knowing we needed men who could perform expertly in bed and were good shots while hunting. There was also the requirement that at least two or three are virile ballet dancers as we needed partners in the women’s daily ballet classes.  

Our male partners along with Tanaquil came over from Paris (first class - His Grace is footing the bill) on the Eurostar and then from London to Inverness on the overnight train (a 12 hour trip) getting in to Inverness about Noon. They were picked up by several estate Range Rovers. As money was no object Tanaquil brought elite European escorts and POB dancers thoroughly screened, heterosexual and virile. Not that we were going to stay monogamous for the house-party. The whole point was to share men so that all the women as well as His Grace and Jack could sample as many different partners as possible. The sex has been marvelous! The women are all relaxed and draining coitial discharge. With this many men to play with we have to be careful to use plenty of DiveGel+ which has a pH balancing formulation that minimizes the likelihood of some of us contracting Bacterial Vaginosis (BV) from having so many different sets of bacteria introduced into our vaginas.   

Will she or won’t she: I’m not sure if His Graces partner, the POB Ballerina, plans to sample other men. If she decides not to sample the male smorgasbord available for our pleasure it will be her loss. However, I’m not sure what method of contraception she is using so that may have some bearing on her decision. I wasn’t sure about her sexual history and health, but Himself required her to have a full STI panel and she is clean and should be safe enough.

Certainly His Grace won’t miss this opportunity to inseminate as many beautiful athletic women as he possibly can and the fact that we all take our men with them bareback is an opportunity not to be missed. Certainly Jack is interested in his father’s bedmate which I understand completely. We have been wondering about the strength of her grip. I imagine she is very tight with all the time she has spent en pointe, but probably not as well muscled and tight as I am. It will be interesting to hear his comparison of us when I ask.

 

Thanksgiving 2013

Happy Thanksgiving 2013

Thanksgiving 2013: Wishing all my special friends (you know who you are) and readers the happiest of Holidays!

We are celebrating at my place: I’m having everyone at my place again this year. It will be Cyndi’s last as a resident so the couples will be: 1 Fiona (Cyndi’s mom) and Maj. Colin Tree. 2 Ondine, (Willow’s mom) is coming and Jacques, Gigi’s father and a former lover of mine, who thinks sex with ballet dancers is exquisite, will be her partner. Then there will be, 3 Cyndi & Chris (our male Gyn), 4 His Grace and Marie-Claude a member of my ballet troupe and former Paris Opera Ballet dancer. I put Marie-Claude with him because he thinks a French accent is sexy and doesn’t need his performance enhancing med when he’s fucking a French girl. The things a procuress needs to know! Go figure! Then there are, 5 Pirate and Yardley, 6 Adolph and Abigail (the manager of The Lorelei), 7&8 Odette and Odile (With the Gemini, Castor and Pollux who have been ardent in their continuing pursuit of the Swan twins) and 9 Jack and me.

His Grace, Jack, Ondine, Fiona and Major Tree arrived Monday afternoon aboard Limnaea from the UK ahead of the weather expected in the east for Thanksgiving. They stopped at Dulles to pick up Fiona and Colin and refuel.  His Grace is supplying venison steaks and I’m providing bison steaks as well as the traditional turkey, stuffing, asparagus (for those who don’t want to participate in oral sex after dinner), candied yams and hot mince or pumpkin pie with ice-cream. His grace specifically asked for green olives stuffed with pimento as he says they “put lead in his pencil.”! The old bull!

The meal is being prepared in my commercial grade kitchen with chefs and waitstaff from the casino (on their own time and paid overtime) to cook and serve. There will be the usual football games on TV and intimate jollity, which I’m hoping to restrict to land based games as swimming and diving on a full stomach and after drinking alcohol can be hazardous to your health even in the traditional 15 ft deep pool. However, I’m having a Divemaster at each pool in case someone insists on using a pool immediately after eating.

Again, happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Willow

A Fouganza brown schooling riding crop

The Photo: A brown Fouganza schooling riding crop of the sort used by some of our training associates for motivation stimulation during encounters with male escort candidates during sadist training.

Visitors: Fiona, who is Cyndi’s mom and Jack’s sister, is in town (w/o her partner, Maj. Tree) and is staying at The Lorelei. But that’s not the real news. The big news is that Her Grace, the Duchess, Fiona and Jack’s mom, who never travels has come from her home on Virgin Gorda and is at the Lorelei as well.

An important favor: I knew the Duchess was coming as she traveled on Limnaea, my G550, and to complete the family group Jack flew in last night. So the whole family is here, except Himself who is in the Highlands deer stalking. Jack brought along a ballet dancer a stunning beauty in her late 30s,and a Principal dancing for the Royal Ballet who I’ll call ‘Ondine’, along with her 19 y/o daughter, a member of the Royal Ballet’s corps, who I’ll call ‘Willow’. Fortunately Her Grace, Jacks mother, had called earlier to let me know why she and the family were coming and who the dancers are. Otherwise their purpose in being with Jack wouldn’t have been clear.

Even so seeing Ondine and Jack together gave me a frissson of jealousy. Could he be trying to hurt me by flaunting another woman on his arm rather than me? I was mad at myself for entertaining the possibility when I knew perfectly well that wasn’t so as it showed I wasn’t as confident as I’d like to be about my status with Jack. Ondine and Willow are at The Lorelei with his mom and sister and Jack is staying with me an arrangement which helps to decrease my feeling of vulnerability where he is concerned.

It’s complicated: I had Jack’s family and guests at my place in the hills for a catered dinner as the Duchess said they had an important favor to ask of me and I wanted them in my home when they asked. After dinner we all gathered in the library and sat in a conversation circle.  Sherry was served and Jack began with background. It seems that nineteen years ago when he was in his late teens Ondine who was twenty at the time was a guest of the Duke and Duchess during which time the Duke had intended to sleep with her as was his custom with other young ballerinas who took his fancy. However, he became ill, Her Grace believes his heart acted up from over excitement thinking of a new conquest, and was in no condition to service a woman leaving Ondine alone on the very first night to amuse herself in whatever manner she could.

Although Jack put it more diplomatically what occurred was that being highly sexed and needing male companionship Ondine turned her attention to Jack who had been steered her way by his mother who was trying to disrupt her husband’s planned assignation he intended to conduct in her home while she was in residence. Ondine nodded, smiled and said it was one of the shortest seductions she’d ever conducted. She had noticed Jack giving her longing glances and also noticed the woodies he seemed to develop whenever he was around her. He was low hanging fruit so she helped herself. She let him know that he would be welcome in her bed and that she was on the pill and so for the week that she was there he took her salmon fishing or bird watching during the day during which they had sex as well as spending his nights in her bed and their affair was still blisteringly hot when she returned to London and the RB went on a tour of Asia and Jack went to Oxford.

Three months later Her Grace received a letter from Ondine saying she was 12 weeks pregnant by Jack and asking for advice, should she terminate or carry to term. Her Grace told Jack and they both wanted her to give birth if it was his child so a paternity test was arranged and Jack indeed was the father. Ondine’s position with the ballet was secured by His Grace’s patronage and the fact that she was recognized as a rising star and she took a leave of absence and delivered a healthy daughter.  The Duchess has been paying for raising and educating Jack’s 19 y/o natural daughter, because she felt that she was responsible for Willow’s birth by making sure Jack kept Ondine satisfied and away from her husband who had insisted she stay the week thinking he would recover and have his way with her.

Back channel conversations: With Her Grace alerting call before she came to give me the news about Jacks relationship with Ondine and Willow and that they were going to ask me to take her under my wing I has several days to absorb the news beforehand otherwise I wouldn’t have been nearly as calm as I appeared to be during my meeting with Jack’s family. I also had time to talk with a friend on the coaching staff of the RB to get her opinion of Willow and found that while she is highly regarded technically her ‘strong attraction’ to men while not affecting her work has caused friction with other female dancers. She said that Ondine was also highly sexed, but was far more discreet and career oriented so a permanent arrangement like marriage is of no interest to her, So “the apple didn’t fall far from the tree”. I thought to myself that Willow would have to be highly sexed to fit in with my girls so perhaps everything would work out.

The request: Jack and Ondine, supported by Fiona and Her Grace asked that I accept Willow as another of my Wards and allow her to live with Odette, Odile, Cyndi and Bea in my home and under my supervision and dance with my company. Of course with the exception of Bea they are all 18 or older so technically they are adults. However, living with me and because of the access to sensual delights of all kinds to which I can grant access not to mention the difficulty I can cause if I’m not obeyed, my Wards are obedient. Willow agreed she would too.

The reason: But there had to be something more. Why would Willow want to dance with my company and train with me to expand and improve her skills? I was incredulous, give up dancing with the RB! Given her extensive professional ballet experience and my training specialties that could only mean one thing, she wants to attend ‘coital college’, escort training. Now why should she want that? Is it to be able to best her competition for one of the handsome, titled and rich men who pursue young RB dancers? Willow blushed fetchingly as her mom explained that while confident around women Willow needs to work with more men who aren’t ballet dancers. So she and Jack had thought having her take escort training would be a confidence course for her while being as safe as it’s possible to be with a young woman’s health and security.

Then in an excess of candor, the truth emerged. Willow let it slip that she had become a discipline problem to the RB because of the number of men she was with and the risks she was taking, not to mention her marking some of the male dancers buttocks and backs with her Fouganza schooling riding crop during encounters. Ahhh, sadistic tendencies.  So it became immediately apparent that Willow was being sent into exile in the Colonies, at least temporarily, and I was being asked to supervise another hypersexual young woman while she fucks her way through the ranks of male escort candidates as she hones her skills. Go figure!  Perhaps she will get over her extreme need for unprotected sex or perhaps not. Either way I’m good with that. Willow reminds me of my need for men when I was her age. The difference for me now is that I can have as many and whenever I want.

When I talked with her later privately she said Jack had talked to her about me and that she wanted “to meet and study with the woman who has captured my father’s heart” which I thought was sweet and if it proves to be genuine will gave her some points with me. When I heard Willow say that I blushed as no one in the family had ever discussed Jacks interest in me in my presence, except Himself who told me he was opposed to Jack marrying me, though Jack hasn’t asked me. 

So the plan is that Willow, after an audition where my dancers can see the talent she will bring to our troupe will join my company as a Guest Artist just in time for the Holidays. She can also audit courses at UNLV time permitting as she works her way through the male escort candidates to slake her sexual appetite and broaden her physical skills as Cyndi has done. The assurance of the other women present that that they were all supportive of what Willow wants, given that they were exiling her for her own good,  was amazing, not to mention droll, but I tried to keep a straight face as I accepted another girl who if what I’ve heard is true should fit right in. Or should until she gets over her hypersexuality, or we can channel that into making her a performer with her own act.

Cyndi changes her mind: Actually, with the addition of Willow the number of my wards will remain the same, four; Bea, Odette, Odile and Willow. That’s because Cyndi had already decided that she will be leaving in December and will attend Trinity College Cambridge where Taryn is studying rather than Oxford as she had thought she wanted earlier. The paperwork for Cambridge has been completed and her late entry for the Spring 2014 semester has been approved. As I’ve mentioned before there are advantages of having a grandfather who is a Duke. So when Fiona mentioned Cyndi’s cutting short her gap year it didn’t catch me unaware.

Afterward: After the discussion was over and I’d accepted Willow into my circle I had my girls, Bea, Cyndi, Odette and Odile come in and sit with the adults while I told them that we would have a new girl entering our circle and introduced Willow and told them a bit about her background. Cyndi, Odette and Odile all looked at each other and said in unison, “Ohhh, so that’s who you are! Is that cool or what! Welcome!” and giggled which left me puzzled until Cyndi said Willow had been a new student in Yardley’s Ballet class that afternoon, a 19 y/o Brit-chick who was such a marvelous dancer and who quickly made friends and fit right in in a notoriously clannish group.  What a great start!

Training in ballet boots

Commercial lace-up ballet boots for clubbing

Yardley Flood: The twins and Cyndi have a boot trainer, Yardley Flood. Yardley came to us from the Corps of the Royal Ballet by way of Gepettos ballet boot cobbler shop. She is a knife-pointe fighting trainer and excels in working with young women to hone their skills to get the most from their talents. Yardley is helping me with our Sports Hostess training in addition to working with my girls while they learn all there is to know about sex and safety in ballet boots. While the girls won’t be wearing bladed heels or competing in KP-boot fights there are a lot of moves a KP fighter uses that can help an inexperienced woman stay safe when confronted by an experienced and aggressive ballet-boot wearer.

Boot shaft guards: Boot shaft guards are an important part of novice training in Gepetto’s boots. Shaft guards are thin titanium strips in the boot shafts on either side of the ankle to the top of the shaft and are standard in Gepettos ballet boots. Shaft guards minimize the likelihood of sprains and broken ankles in the case of novice wearers falling sideways off the heel due to lack of ankle strength. But more importantly they protect from very common and dangerous side kicks and heel punctures from aggressive competitors. It’s the typical sort of thing ballet boot wearer’s experience while clubbing as alcohol seems to make boot wearers more aggressive, especially to new women seen as competition in the clubs. The twins Chinese ID packages came yesterday so we are going to their first boot club, Naughty’s Boot Bar, this weekend.

Eternity collar and pussy hook: Odile was planning to lead Odette into the Boot Bar as a sleep walker wearing only ballet boots a nightie an eternity collar and pussy hook and see what sort of reaction they got. Fortunately wiser heads prevailed. If she had, would a man have taken Odette away from Odile or would a bull dyke have done it? I’m not sure leading Odette into the Boot Bar by a pussy hook wouldn’t be seen as provoking a riot, but it would have been interesting if I could have watched and not been invested in the outcome.  The twins would have been way over their heads with Odette being led around by a pussy hook even with both Yardley and me in bladed heels if those were needed to dampen some assertive customer’s ardor.  And after a fight the twins Chinese ID would have been very closely examined which could have been a problem.

I’m CD9 and fertile as are Cyndi, Odette and Odile at least for now as the twin’s cycles are still changing. But around me as much as they are and with all of us sweating from training intensely they may fall in sync with my cycle as I’m certainly the most dominant. Odile being fertile I think was the reason for her lack of caution when she decided on the eternity collar and pussy hook for Odette. Peaking hormones can cause us and especially the young to make very risky choices. New girls in the Boot Bar are always challenged by someone as there is a hierarchy in the patrons which seems to be a common thread among experienced and knowledgeable boot wearers and their partners.

Titanium alloy laces: Yardley suggested we all get slit-proof laces (she already had them) if I’m going to take the girls clubbing to boot clubs, which I should have thought of. So back Cyndi, the twins and I went to Gepettos to have the titanium laces fitted to our boots. They work with hook fasteners but rather than tying fit into small clamps at the front top of the shaft. The clamps are much easier to use than I expected and the added security of knowing an opponent won’t be able to slit your laces is a huge confidence builder even for someone as experienced as me.

Training with Yardley: Yardley will be trying to kick and puncture the twin’s boots with her heels during training to show them how even when solid platform kicks or heel punctures are attempted the shaft guards and mesh protect the wearer.  That training is hard on the outer finish of the boots, but it’s worthwhile as a confidence builder for the girls. I have already ordered two additional pairs for both Odette and Odile as they are wearing them so much that they need at least one other pair each to be able to let them dry between wearings. That will give them one pair for wearing in public and a second pair for training, because the training boots not only are sweat soaked after wearing but get scratched up very quickly.

Some important boot tricks:

• As with pointe shoes, keeping ones nails very short while wearing BBs is important. That’s because even though when properly laced most of the wearer’s weight is on her insteps, not toes if her laces are slit she can find her weight suddenly on her toes with almost no ankle support
• Learning to be careful while crossing your legs so as not to cut your leg or scratch up your own boots with the boot heel.
• Wear heavier denier and smaller hose to compress the feet when swollen from use or during menstruation.
• In a crowded bar or at a party, wear heel guards that will allow the tip of the heel to slide easily over the floors surface. Or, if you are in unguarded heels try to stand on hard surfaces. That way if you take a kick to the ankle the heel will slide with the energy of the kick. Otherwise, in unguarded heels with the tips buried in a carpet or soft wood floors the heel is trapped and won’t move with the energy of the kick and the energy will be transferred to the knee which might be damaged.
• Clean the boots with a toothbrush and Obenauf's Leather Oil to get the blood and coitial discharge off the boots and out of the laces. After a single treatment with Obenauf's semen, blood and vomit wipe right off. I think Obenauf's has a wonderfully male scent which I find erotic so my boots having a male scented oil on them can be a turn on, especially now when I’m fertile.

University Sports Hostesses: Most Colleges and Universities that have major sports teams (usually football and basketball) have a group of third and fourth year girls who work for the Athletic Department as Sports Hostesses. Sports Hostess act as guides around the campus when talent that coaches are recruiting visit the campus. Having a gorgeous 23 y/o knowledgeable about the recruit’s sport on what amounts to a weekend long date with a very obliging Hostess can be a major factor in getting a recruit to attend a particular school. We have a small but growing “Hostess school” where we train girls sent to us by their school’s athletic department to hone their seduction and contraception skills so they are able represent their school in the most effective way with the boys the coaches are trying to recruit. We like to think that a hostess graduating from our course will be able to lead her recruit around by an invisible penis leash. We even train Gay and Lesbian Hosts and Hostess if the university is recruiting a Gay or Lesbian recruit.

Being a Sports Hostess can be more dangerous than one of our elite escorts because for an escort we are almost always able to test for all STIs and refuse any client who tests positive. With a Sports Hostess She can use male or female condoms, but if he insists she’s almost always expected to take him bareback and swallow if he wants fellatio.  Most Sports Hostesses who come to us for training are on the pill. We try to get them to switch to a LARC method because being with an up-and-coming sports sensation can be very exciting for a college girl even if he is several tear younger and forgetting a pill or pills during a recruiting weekend on campus can end in pregnancy. Still, most decide not to switch to a LARC and over the 2012-13 recruiting season three of the hostess we trained had abortions because they forgot pills around recruiting weekends. I think hat’s rather depressing, but all you can do is present the facts and the girls must make up their own minds.

 

Altar Girls: Planning for the Autumnal Equinox

Autumn foliage in Scotland

The 2013 Autumnal equinox: Returning readers will recall that in my post for June 19, 2013 “Summer solstice – location Z” I was a guest and concelebrant at a ceremony celebrating the summer solstice at an ancient holy site on property belonging to His Grace in the mountains over looking Loch Broom and the Minch with the Isle of Lewis in the distance.

Now John, Lord Sandbach, and His Grace have asked me back to reprise my role as a concelebrant at location Z on the occasion of the Autumnal equinox, Sunday September 22^nd. I was delighted to be asked and plan to go, but they want me to bring along Bea, Cyndi and the Swan twins. Cyndi and Bea were out of school for the Summer solstice. However, now all the girls will be in school. So the question is: Is it worth having them cut classes for two days, the Friday before and the Monday after so they can learn about and celebrate the gods of a religion almost older than time. It’s the twins I’m thinking about as Bea and Cyndi, who has the blood of the people of the old ways flowing in her veins, are quite at home with celebrating their sexuality by ritually offering their bodies as substitute for the Goddess during the planting of seed.

As I mentioned before the girls are very smart so their studies shouldn’t suffer and professors are typically tolerant of students taking time away from class to attend family celebrations, which I consider celebrating the seasons as being, so I think they should be fine. Is it worth their time away from class? Certainly it is! They will be able to tell their daughters about being ritually penetrated as the Earth Goddess uses our bodies on the altar to bring new male DNA into the congregation of the old ways! What girl wouldn’t want to experience that? They can study on the plane and take any exams they miss when they return.

Holy site access: His Grace and Jack (John, Viscount Sandbach, his son) who is the archeologist in the family, have been improving access to location Z w/o disturbing artifacts, a process that is taking a good bit of time. Even so Jack says getting up the mountain will be much easier now that mules are being used.  Returning readers will recall that motorized vehicles were used to help get to the site for the Summer Solstice and the weather was less than ideal and that seemed to happen with distressing regularity except when a local worker brought workmen to the site in a mule cart. On those days the weather at the site was relatively clear. Himself wondered if the motors were disturbing the spirits and began using mule carts for access and on days the workers used mules the weather at the site improved considerably.  Other than improving access Jack has just tidied up a bit using natural fall from the surrounding forest floor to smooth the area around the principal and lesser altars.  He has trimmed a bit of the Gorse so the celebrants can see the tops of the surrounding stones, but has left the rest of the site wild as it must have been for hundreds of years.

Wailing stones: Jack said after he trimmed the Gorse around the stones in the circle the frequency and volume of wailing noises at the site increased. It turns out that there are holes in some of the vertical stones all around the circle – except to the north where the cliff top has fallen into the valley taking several of the northern stones with it – and the wind, which is almost constant across the mountain top blowing through the holes causes the moaning sounds that have contributed to the locals fear of the place as being haunted for as long as Himself can remember. Jack thinks the holes were intentionally placed because there are too many and are in the same location on the stones.

The Earth Goddess: Jack also thinks that location Z is a holy site a sort of open early astrological temple, to an Earth Goddess because there are a lot of beds in the brambles just below the site where doe have come to give birth. But more surprising is that the few female servants – other than the pregnant ones - who came only to the lower level of the site to work in field kitchens or deliver the workmen’s meals, have all started their periods while on the site regardless of where they were in their cycles. So now no female servant will go near the place. And, on September 22, when I will be the first offering on the principal altar for the ritual planting of seed for fall crop,. I will be CD3, one of my heaviest days. I’m taking that as a good omen.

Cyndi, Bea, and the swan twin’s participation:  Cyndi and Bea did not bleed during the Summer Solstice celebration, when they were taken during the ritual planting of seed for summer crops, but they were celebrants on several of the secondary altars so perhaps the cycles of participating women aren’t affected.  That’s something to consider and watch for. With the four secondary altars now available on the North, South, East and West of the principal altar all my girls will be major participants. The North altar is a bit too close to the cliff edge for my liking but Jack says the rock it’s on is quite solid so while it looks dangerous if the wind isn’t blowing from the South the celebrant and her partner(s) on the North altar should be quite safe. Cyndi, as the Duke’s granddaughter, had first choice and chose to offer herself on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun. Bea chose the South, Odette picked the Western altar leaving the Northern one for Odile as she is the risk taker and wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away.

Fiona and Major Tree were recalled by the embassy to DC after the Washington Navy Yard shooting. His Grace and Jack will be returning to the UK with us and we leave for Scotland early in the morning this coming Saturday.

Cum sluts and conventional morality

Male spoor from an arboretum encounter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deflowering the twins:

A fetish escort’s must-haves GM pointes and a Reflexions latex FS diaphragm

Fetish escorts: The economy is back in full swing; at least for the segment of the entertainment industry that supplies elite fetish escorts. We’ve been noticing an increase in interest in girls into kinky things at the elite level of beauty, education and physical skills and so we have revised our training program to concentrate on providing lovely well trained girls to fill that need. This means we have become even more selective in choosing fetish escort candidates. We are looking only for ballet bodies and training, both men and women. The classes will be smaller, longer and more challenging for the candidates to successfully complete, but they will be much better prepared to provide every client far more intense experiences than in the past.

Saying that I’m looking for ballet bodies doesn’t mean I’m against other body types it’s just that’s where the demand is right now. There are plenty of show-girl intimate training courses out here for statuesque generously proportioned girls, but our school isn’t one of them.

Escort training:  Odette and Odile have been to the Gyn for pelvic exams, serum pregnancy and full panel STI tests to establish a base line for their sexual health during their college years while they are in my care. They have deep post-pubic vaults and healthy and ideally positioned cervixes. In additional to sexual health the girls were given full phys exams including stress tests and echocardiograms to make sure there where no heart defects as the training can be quite stressful at times. In addition to thorough medical screening I had Gepetto’s custom shop measure the twins for Penetrator plugs that are custom fitted to each woman’s pelvic anatomy. And they have been equipped with fetish escort quality slit kits to cover almost every need.

Having successfully gotten this fat I’ve started them on some training preliminaries, like increasing the weight of their Ben Wa sets from the one inch diameter solid Pyrex glass balls weighing .65 oz each (for a total of 1.3 oz the set) that they have been using,  to one inch solid steel balls. Each one inch diameter solid surgical stainless steel ball weighs 2.307 oz. for a total of 4.6 oz when both are inserted. I call them my “McBalls”, as they are a quarter-pounder! They still wear the one inch glass balls to UNLV, but when home and for my ballet classes they wear their McBalls. Learning to pee and defecate with balls inserted is always tricky, but they mastered that challenge quickly so I’m very pleased.

I’m also pleased to say they are dropping them much less frequently than when they first got the McBalls a week ago, though they have to remove them for an hour or so occasionally to prevent severe cramping. The one inch steelies can really tighten a girl’s grip with just a few weeks of intense training and there is just a bit more maintenance with steel than glass. The balls need to be washed, dried  and coated with an intimate silicone lube (DiveGel+ in the case of the twins) before insertion (which makes them even harder to grip) to prevent the acidic vaginal pH from corroding them over time.

I’m also having them take a ninety minute ballet class 7 days a week primarily to strengthen their feet and legs for ballet-sex. Returning readers will remember that the purest form of that to my way of thinking is being penetrated from behind while sur les pointes a la seconde. Given that women in my circle typically like at least 20 – 25 minutes of foreplay and penetrative pleasure before reaching orgasm my goal is to have the twins comfortable while continuously en pointe for at least 30 minutes.   

So I’m having them wear GM pointes all the time they aren’t at UNLV and walk around sur les pointes as much as possible to strengthen and toughen their feet. They are doing that so much that I’m having them wear negative heel shoes to UNLV to keep their hamstrings stretched. Odette, the one with the submissive nature, does what I tell her to please me. Odile, the dominant and masochistic one, does what I tell her because she enjoys the discomfort and challenge. I think she is very much like me when I was her age. And of course they are wearing their 65 mm Reflexions FS cervical barriers with DiveGel+ (although they are still faithfully taking Beyaz BCPs) at all times to get used to the increased confidence wearing a cervical barrier can bring a sexually active woman. When I put them in training classes they will wear bright blue turtleneck thong-backed leos with pink tights over them to distinguish them from the IRL fetish escort trainees. That way the girls who are training to be IRL escorts will know I don’t intend the twins to hold the class back.

Deflowering the twins: I’m certain now that neither of the girls has been penetrated by a penis. They do lie to me about little things, but as yet don’t do it well enough to fool me about something as important as their virginity. Every woman remembers her first man. I was 14 and taken by a 16 y/o, another ballet student, while we were sunbathing on the roof of my dorm at ballet school in up-state NY.  So I want their experience to be safe fun and immensely pleasurable. Their pelvic exams showed no residual hymeneal tissue and there has been no discomfort when their hymeneal rings at the introitus were stretched to insert and open a speculum so there is nothing to impede a penetrating penis or even a partner inserting his or her fist. And as I’ve mentioned the girls have been inserting tampons, dildos, diaphragms, Ben Wa balls and riding a Sybian with no problems.

I hadn’t decided about which man or men would have the gift of their virginity until I realized I had the perfect man already available.  I don’t know what took me so long to realize I was right all along in leaning toward letting Chris (our male Gyn) have the pleasure and the responsibility and I knew that with all the attractive men in close proximity at UNLV I was going to have to decide soon or the girls would choose for themselves.

Chris is gentle and is an amazingly skilled lover who can determine exactly what a girl wants (or needs) and gives it to her with such energy and élan that she can hardly breathe from the strength of her orgasmic contractions. Returning readers will recall that Chris conducted the twin’s pelvic exams on Virgin Gorda and again here to establish their UNLV baseline values so they were already familiar and comfortable with him.  I’m hoping that being at UNLV will minimize the possibility of their becoming sexually fixated on Chris. I think there should be enough eligible suitors competing for their attention that they won’t develop a strong attachment to Chris as a permanent lover as Cyndi did while attending St Lucy’s, an all girls prep-school. Fortunately Cyndi has begun to outgrow her strong physical attraction to Chris, much to Chris’ and my relief. We are hoping her increasing interest in lovers other than Chris will accelerate now that she is at UNLV and has access to that pool of young attractive males.

And so it was that each of the twins was scheduled individually to see Chris today ostensibly for a re-check of their Reflexions fit and each was accompanied by one of my female security staff.  Its Labor Day here in the U.S. and UNLV is on academic recess. Chris had blocked out an hour for each exam which turned out to be just enough time. The exam rooms are soundproof and the security cam (to protect the medical staff against false charges of molestation) was on so I could watch and listen on a remote link from home. Each girl emptied her bowels and bladder before the exam began. She was tested for pregnancy as well as a finger prick to test for the progestin (drospirenone) levels to see if the contraceptive hormones were at the required level to prevent ovulation, in case he could take her bareback.  He was so gentle that before each girl realized what was happening he had her Reflections in his hand, set it in the exam tray and was so skillfully caressed the shaft of her clitoris that she was moaning and dripping wet with her labia engorged and parted before he even inserted a finger.  He asked if she wanted him to wear a condom and she murmured, “no”.  

He raised the exam table to the height of his pelvis and she guided him to her introitus. While keeping a gentle pressure from his glistening dripping glans gently against her introitus he raised the head of the table until she was sitting up and could put her arms around his back. Then had her raise her legs and swung away the stirrups and had her wrap her legs tightly around his waist locking him against her, told her to relax and asked if she was ready. She whispered in his ear, “yes”, which was easily picked up by the mike concealed in the medical lighting fixture above the table. Only then did he enter her, fully penetrating her in a single long smooth stroke that ended with his tip in her posterior fornix. She gasped in delight and he began his thrusting at a rate of about one per second.

Odette had gone first and she had been wound so tight that she began having orgasms in less than ten minutes. Once started they built to frantic G-spot orgasms where her back was arched, her contractions around his penis severe and she screamed, mewed and moaned between gasps for air as she clawed at his back with her nails. Not knowing what to expect Chris had worn a medical coat with a thick leather lining on the back to prevent his back being badly slashed by a partner in orgasmic ecstasy.   While he had scheduled an hour Odette was exhausted within half that time and fainted after her fifth major G-spot orgasm. The remainder of the time she was recovering her composure and strength to be able to be helped to the car by her minder.

Odile’s encounter with Chris this afternoon was virtually identical including her passing out after a half hour of extremely intense sexual pleasure. I think the main lesson the twins got from their virginity trysts with Chris was that men can be far, far more fun than toys, but there can be complications involved. Odile too is a slasher during orgasms so both girls should wear gloves when with a lover whose back is unprotected unless she intends to cut him up. So that’s another Item I can cross off my to-do list and can sleep well knowing that the Swan Twins have been introduced to the very best in heterosexual sex.

The chaperone

Which, Odette or Odile? In a plum VS push-up

Late registration at UNLV: It’s been an eventful, but very rushed few days. I had a helicopter pick us up and take us to San Juan where we boarded Limnaea which was returning from Europe carrying small priority packages bound for west coast locations. Our encounter with Roni, Miranda and Ralph over the last few days threw my schedule as well as that of my girls off by several days at an inconvenient time. Not that we all didn’t enjoy meeting Ralph and getting to know him quite well in some ways. The unfortunate part is the delay caused Cyndi and my two new wards (more about them a bit further on) to be late registering for the fall semester at UNLV. Not that that is a mortal sin. Given that the casino is such a big contributor to the university there was no problem once that fact became known.

Have I mentioned that Cyndi has decided to take a gap year and start at Oxford in the fall of 2014? That might have been a problem for some as seats at Oxford (as well as Cambridge) are in such high demand, but being the granddaughter of a Duke has its advantages.  Cyndi isn’t really taking the year off as she will be going to UNLV to take biology courses since right now she wants to be a doctor. And, it will be good to have her home where she can help with Odette and Odile’s extracurricular studies. All three girls will be living with me because of the academic as well as the escort training load they will have. That way my staff can ensure they eat properly at my training table and get enough sleep. Academics can be exhausting on the mind. Escort training takes strength and stamina and is physically exhausting. I intend to make their college years fun, but challenging w/o burning them out. 

The Swan twin’s father: Newly eighteen year old identical twins who I’ll call Odette and Odile when writing about them on this blog have been my vacation neighbors on Virgin Gorda for years. While they vacation on an adjoining estate there is a mile of what I think of as jungle between their father’s villa and mine. They graduated from a private school in NYC and were visiting for the summer. Their father, Paul, is a widower and is a self employed contractor of some sort who travels a great deal. He has a lovely small place, but finding it is nearly impossible even if you know the area well as the access road is overgrown and so deeply rutted you have to have a Land Rover or similar vehicle to get to the place by land. He has asked me over several times when he found I like to shoot pistols and we’ve shot up boxes of 9 mm bullets at a time on his pistol range. He has this amazing strong room hidden in the basement full of various types of guns and ammunition. I think he could be a fun guy if you are really into guns.

I had met Paul at several of the Duchess’s parties initially through his wife who was a Brit and Soloist dancing for The Royal Ballet when he met her. Then after she was killed in a car accident in Europe some years ago the Duchess began trying to get me interested in him as she thought his girls needed a mother. While he is a lovely man and good in bed attending to my needs before he satisfies himself, he somehow seems distant. So there has never been the right chemistry between us for a permanent arrangement, not that I’m looking for one. We are good friends and have been to island parties together and the twins have stayed at my villa with my wards when Paul has been suddenly called away to resolve some business crisis.

So it wasn’t unusual for Paul to ask me as he did several days ago to have the girls stay with me while he is in London for a few days. They are both excellent students and will attend UNLV this fall. I had thought they might go to a school with a higher academic profile, but they have had some disciplinary problems with authority (I can relate and sympathize) so they decided that since UNLV accepted them and it provides a good liberal arts education that’s where they would go. I suspect that my being near by was probably a factor in Paul’s letting them go to Vegas because he had talked about their needing a strong worldly female figure in their lives.

Ballet Girls: The twins enjoy ballet which their mother started them taking when they were four and are quite accomplished in the art of pointework to be amateurs. I call them Odette and Odile because while identical their personalities are polar opposites. Odette is sweet musical and gentle while Odile is a risk taker and mischievous. Paul has been extremely protective of them with boys and I have kept my distance from them in that aspect of their socialization because living in New York the age of consent is eighteen and I didn’t want them to possibly get in trouble if I included them in my wards pelvic training.

Not that they have been untutored in the ways of men as I have given them Ben Wa sets and dildos and taught them how to use them correctly since they needed a knowledgeable woman to take them in hand in that regard. Several years ago I even fitted them with Diva cups and 60 mm Milex Omniflex diaphragms (at that age strictly for use as flow control devices), but it got them used to handling their genitals as so many young women fear to do today. Until now I’ve avoided making available men for sexual encounters other than heavy petting while the twins wore chastity belts (I have a few all custom made by Gepetto for each of my favorite teens) as that sort of denial drives men wild.  However, now that they are 18 and will be attending UNLV they are old enough and close enough to me geographically to come within my sphere of influence for serious pelvic training which will stand them in good stead in the search and competition for the most desirable mates. A day or two ago Chris, our male Gyn, fitted them both with 65 mm Reflexions latex FS diaphragms and verified again that they have lovely deep post-pubic vaults, healthy cervixes and no hymen tissue that needs trimming. So now they can begin their intensive pelvic training safely; even when I take them to the ‘Well’, Adolph’s very deep training facility, for Trimix training.

Chaperone: A “person (as a matron) who for propriety accompanies one or more young unmarried women in public or in mixed company.” After talking around the matter for days Paul asked me to be the twins chaperone a function I performed while he was away while they were on Virgin Gorda. However, he now wants me to watch over them while they attend UNLV. I tried to get him to understand that it is impossible to keep them totally safe (especially Odile) unless they are locked up somewhere. However I agreed to fulfill that duty as I understand it, keeping them relatively safe while exposing them to new and pleasurable experiences that will expand their horizons in so many ways.

Now that they are eighteen and have had all their Gardasil shots I feel free to include them in sexual activities in which Cyndi and Bea routinely participate (especially escort training) as well as take them in hand for individual coaching in the art of seduction, though their natural talent in that regard is already on display. Paul already knows they are on the pill, Beyaz, supposedly to regularize their cycles. So as long as they take their pills correctly and stay with men who have been screened for STIs they should be quite safe. While both have used dildos, Hitachi Magic Wands and Sybian machines I believe neither has been penetrated by a human male making them technically virgins.   

Breathless

Adrift

The Illustration: Original artwork entitled ‘Adrift’ by the artist “HD”.  I’m grateful to the artist for permission to use Adrift and for our chats about the dangers and thrills of diving.

Sailor girl: The other day we awoke to find a small Bristol sloop anchored near our diving buoy in the cove below my house. There was no sign of activity aboard and after breakfast Cyndi and I suited up to swim with the dolphins and stopped by the sloop on the way to the buoy. No one answered our call so we boarded from the small dive platform off the stern. There were women’s things aboard, sports clothes, swim suits, lingerie, and a well stocked slit-kit containing; a partial pack of Yaz pills, the box and empty case for a recently fitted All-Flex (it was a new Rx filled by a Spanish Town pharmacy) that she must be using for flood insurance, a packet of Japanese super sheer condoms, silicone lube and medium absorbency tampons.

But there was no sign of the woman herself and no indication of anyone else being aboard. From the gear strewn on the aft deck; a buoyancy compensator, weight belt and fins it appeared she may have gone diving w/o all the all equipment necessary to handle the tricky mix of salt and fresh water since she had anchored over the aquifer outflow. There was no diver-down flag flying from the buoy, but she had arrived at night. A solo woman sailing at night in coastal waters of the islands takes strong nerves even with GPS navigating and depth sounding equipment with which the sloop was equipped so we thought she must be a competent sailor.

Diver down: we assumed the woman had gone diving so Cyndi and I buckled ourselves into our Ladyhawk BCs and scuba sets - FFMs and 130 HP steel tanks of Nitrox (because I planned to introduce Cyndi to Junior) – put the diver-down flag on the buoy and went into the water to search for sailor girl. It didn’t take long to find her. The water is very clear. All we had to do was look down. The bottom there is at 60 feet and is smooth rock of the lava tube kept scoured of marine growth by the current. It was hard to see her at first in black neoprene against the dark rock. She wasn’t moving and there were no bubbles. She could have been holding her breath to look closely at something on the wall which she floated close to, but then I saw the yellow mouthpiece of her reg was caught in a rock cleft and she was floating in the current tethered to the wall by the hose of her reg. Her 2^nd stage getting caught in the wall was the only thing that had prevented her from being swept out to sea by the aquifer current.

I had Cyndi get a lift bag from the zodiac and tie the reel line to the dive platform of the sloop then follow me to the bottom where I was examining sailor girl.  In the cold water she hadn’t been dead long enough for rigor mortis to start as her arms and legs were fluttering in the current. We looked her over. She was wearing a black neoprene tropical weight swim-skin, hood and mask, but no gloves, booties or fins.  I was glad the crabs and fish hadn’t gotten started and there were only a few nibbles on her full lips still partially colored by bright red lipstick which also coated the mouthpiece of her reg.  She had a pretty face and a figure that would delight her male admirers if the way she filled her swim-skin was any indication. But she was far past that now her body only good as food for the marine life in the cove if we didn’t recover it and report her death to the authorities. I was surprised her mask was not flooded. Her eyes were wide seemingly in a look of surprise and her mouth was open with tiny fish swimming in and out.  I slipped a line from the lift bag under the shoulder straps of her tank, tied it off securely, pried the mouthpiece of her reg out of the wall fissure, hit the inflate button on the lift-bag cylinder and up we went.

Body aboard: With sailor girl on the surface I used the small winch to lift most of her weight as we guided her aboard and laid her on the deck. I turned her over on her side to get as much water out of her throat as possible and found she was draining huge black clots of blood. I was proud of Cyndi, she wasn’t squeamish about helping with the corpse, but of course she has been around Adolph and dead bodies before (almost always girls) and there was no odor of decay as yet so I was proud of how at 18 she handled the situation. We stripped off sailor girl’s expensive swim-skin which was Cyndi’s size and I checked sailor girl’s vagina to see what she had been wearing. As I suspected it was a 70 mm All-Flex, but she also had a tampon inserted with the strings tucked inside (so they didn’t wick sea water into her vagina) a trick professional escorts use to prevent liquefied semen from staining tight clothing if they have to be out and about before the last of a clients ejaculate drains out. Having no need for either I put the All-Flex and tampon back inside her, then radioed the local constabulary. While we waited we looked, but sailor girl seemed to have no ID, driver’s license, credit cards, boat rental papers (I’d recognized the sloop as a rental from Spanish Town) or anything with her name on it to tell us who she was

As a well known friend of the Duchess, who is a full time resident on Virgin Gorda, I had no problem explaining how we found sailor girl and asked that we be told what her cause of death was. The police seemed more interested in trying to find drugs (which they didn’t) than dealing with yet another diving fatality, but they did take the body away and returned the rental boat to the marina at Spanish Town. No one asked about her missing wetsuit though from the lividity marks on the body it was obvious she had been wearing one when she died. My guess, from the blood in her throat is that she had a rare pulmonary aneurism which burst from the water pressure, but who she was, what caused her to come here and dive in the first place w/o her BC and fins is a puzzlement.  

 

Pro training, first penetrative encounter with Junior

Reflexions flat spring diaphragm a pro’s 1^st choice

Summer school:  I’m continuing escort training for Cyndi and Bea while we are here on Virgin Gorda. They are actually enjoying it as they get to train their vaginal muscles with stainless steel ball bearings. They are up to wearing a 1.25 inch solid steel set each ball weighing 4.61 oz. Having a 16 and an almost 18 y/o girl able to comfortably and confidently take pointe class with more than a half pound of stainless steel tightly gripped by the muscles of their vaginas is a major confidence building accomplishment and they enjoy sunbathing with them inserted and moving the balls one at a time up and down their vaginal barrels. Working with the 1.25 in. balls is about the heaviest weight practical and they have mastered the necessary grip quicker than I did.  

Training ball maintenance: There are some housekeeping issues when training with steel balls. The acidic Ph of the vagina can begin to corrode the surface after prolonged use as can training with them in chlorinated pool water or in salt water encountered with swimming and diving in the ocean even when washed thoroughly after each use. To prevent this, a small amount of a high quality silicone intimate lube can be used to coat the balls prior to insertion.  We use DiveGel+. That serves two purposes it makes the ball harder to grip increasing the strength and stamina required to wear them and prevents the vaginal fluids or any water flooding the vagina from interacting with the polished surface of the steel ball. 

Pelvic requirements for training with steel balls: While all women can get some benefit from training with 4.6 oz steel balls while lying on our backs to get the full benefit – being able to stand, walk, dance and swim with them inserted - a woman needs a pronounced post-pubic vault in which the balls can rest against the back of the pubic bone even when the muscles in the vaginal barrel are gripping them. Otherwise the balls will drop out when the woman stands or bears down for a bowel movement and relaxes her grip. A very high percentage of women have deep post-pubic vaults, but a few don’t and some of those who want to be capable of the full range of escort services will have surgery to create a deep post-pubic vault just to be able to effectively use a diaphragm and heavy vaginal training balls.

Pro level vaginal training:  Being able to successfully manipulate vaginal balls while a diaphragm is inserted and a silicone lube is being used to protect the steel surfaces of 4.6 oz balls from the acidic environment is one of the ultimate vaginal skills demonstrating the strength, stamina and agility of a woman’s vaginal muscles. The dome of the diaphragm slippery with natural lube as well as silicone lube makes manipulating the heavy balls up and down the vaginal barrel a challenge, but with dedication it is an achievable goal.  

For Cyndi and Bea’s training they are wearing Reflexions FS latex diaphragms just as the professional girls do because (as returning readers will recall) a properly sized and correctly inserted Reflexions is extremely difficult to under-thrust, even for the most experienced swordsman and the wonderfully stretchy dome has much better heat transfer properties than does a silicone device. Personally, I think Reflexions develops a stronger seal so I usually wear Reflexions, over a Sucker, when with a man who has a very high fertility probability either from testing his semen or his paternity record with his partners.   

As I’ve mentioned before the Reflexions flat spring latex diaphragm is the style preferred by professional escorts where I live. Many of the young ones who have grown up with hormonal contraceptives are now switching to the Reflexions diaphragm, for two reasons; they are tired of hormonal side effects and there is a growing interest from their clients in having sexual encounters with women protected only by a cervical barrier. Most of the girls have tried FemCap and found it unsatisfactory either because it didn’t fit correctly or because it hurt their clients so the Professionals are returning to their grandmother’s cervical barrier, the diaphragm.

Dolphins and diaphragms: Today I am CD 20 and had my first penetrative encounter with Junior! For my encounters with him I’m wore a Sucker screwed down tight on my cervix and my standard 80 mm Reflexions FS latex D over it.  He saw me coming in the zodiac and met me on the surface over the lava tube. I anchored to the dive buoy that has a deco stop rope attached and checking my gear – My vintage beavertail jacket, an OTS Guardian FFM, a 130 cu ft HP steel tank of Nitrox and a Scuba Pro Ladyhawk BC - one last time then went over the side of the zodiac and Junior was all over me immediately I was in the water and I let him push me to the bottom.

I was lucky Junior took me to the bottom in the lava tube where it is relatively smooth and clear of sand because of the current. I was glad to have the cage over my K-valve as he pushed me along the bottom until my tank hit some lava rock where it caught. I was worried that if I was dragged along a sandy bottom sand could get stirred up and get into our moving parts or the valves on my FFM. Junior’s penis is about 2 inches in diameter and he had no problem finding where to place it to push it into me.  As I wrote above I’ve been working on strengthening my grip and since there was no foreplay involved I thought I’d get right to the purpose of our encounter and initiate the fluid transfer by contracting my muscles around his glans and got almost immediate results.  

I was so glad I was wearing the Reflexions as I could feel the soft dome stretch when he thrust into both my fornices, but particularly the anterior one where the latex squeezed his glans. He liked that enough that by the third time he came in me - he had nine other ejaculations during that 35 minute encounter - he learned to aim for my anterior fornix while my muscle contractions milked his shaft.

I think there is misinformation about the velocity of a dolphin’s ejaculate. While it’s very fast having him cum in me wasn’t harmful or even uncomfortable nor were any of the other encounters I had with Freckles several years ago.  Junior filling me with his thick bioadhesive semen feels like a sort of soft fisting (because of the quantity of his load) before it squirts out of me around the shaft of his penis in a thick cloud.  There is so much of it! Studies have shown that an adult male can produce more than 60 ml of semen per ejaculation which, if you think of a human male’s orgasm as releasing up to 5 ml of semen, is twelve times the amount of genital fluid! Then there is the fact that during a normal breeding encounter a male dolphin may ejaculate ten or more times so during our encounter I became covered in semen since the current was carrying it over my body and head where it stuck to the lens of my FFM making it difficult to see even though I’d wipe it off each time he came in me. . Fortunately dolphin semen doesn’t coagulate a few minutes after release as some animals do to prevent another male’s sperm from reaching the females egg.

Afterward: When he was finished he withdrew nuzzled me gently away from the rocks where my tank had been caught and seeing I was free swam away. At the time I had no idea that I’d been on the bottom with him for 35 minutes! I was exhausted, but elated to have had such a loving encounter with another intelligent species and be able to enjoy and tell about it afterward. I didn’t inflate my BC just finned up to the deco stop at 30 feet and clipped on for a 15 minute ‘just-in-case’ decompression stop before surfacing and climbing into the zodiac I use as a diving platform.  Unlike human semen dolphin ejaculate doesn’t liquefy 20 minutes after release so I was still Kegeling out his thick semen as I pulled the zodiac up on the beach.