Lake Tahoe and the Duchess

Lake Tahoe the Sierra Nevada in the background

The Photo: Lake Tahoe looking North West is a large freshwater lake in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. At a surface elevation of 6,225 ft., it is located along the border between California and Nevada, west of Carson City. Lake Tahoe is the largest alpine lake in North America. Its depth is 1,645 ft, making it the deepest in the United States after Crater Lake (1,945 ft. In August the Average high temperature is about 77° F while the low is about 44° F a major difference from the mid summer temps we experience in Las Vegas. Water temperatures warm to 65 to 70° F during August and September great for recreational diving at that altitude, but too cold for dive-sex as very few men can sustain an erection in water that temperature even when taking a performance enhancing medication.

The Duchess:  Alice and her travel staff arrived mid-day Sunday and Willow (her 20 y/o granddaughter) and I took three of Adolph’s Mercedes SUVs down to the airport to pick her up. She had two four-piece Louis Vuitton Leather Luggage sets as well as her dive gear and then the luggage for her Personal Assistant/bodyguard and ladies maid/dresser. She had slept soundly on the plane so she was ready to go when she deplaned.

Alice has her PA dress in tight black leathers when they are out together as she believes that focuses any attention on her PA and not on her. The PA’s last name is Peel and Alice calls her ‘Emma’, which Alice thinks is very droll and ‘Emma’ doesn’t seem to mind. I didn’t get the name association since I’d never seen the British TV series The Avengers (1961-1969) which had a character named Emma Peel played by Diana Rigg from 1965 to 1969 who Alice explained seemed always to be clad in tight leather. I Googled her and Alice’s Emma does look a bit like a young Diana Rigg and when Alice and Emma are together there are enough similarities for them to be mother and daughter and they make a striking pair.

Emma fills out her 5’7”frame beautifully and she doesn’t wear heels while working since you can’t really run fast in heels. She prefers a sort of leather combat sneaker with steel toes and crape soles. It’s not the sort of shoe that attracts male attention while being worn, but is extremely effective for security work.

Mindful that Alice while here doesn’t want to be seen as on a royal progress I’m presenting her in public as just another of my Brit-Chick friends. Other than her plumy upper-class accent she can act middle or lower class when she wants. Actually, she can cuss like a sailor in French, German, Spanish and Italian as well as English. A gutter vocabulary she said was greatly expanded while attending an elite girl’s school in Switzerland. She has some bespoke ballet-boots from a British shoemaker and has been wearing them for a lesbian Domme on Virgin Gorda who is training her to build up her stamina while wearing them properly for long intervals. However, they aren’t nearly as well made or comfortable as ones from Gepetto’s. She brought them along to continue her calf and ankle training until she can get several pairs of Gepetto’s boots.

Gepetto fits Alice in ballet-boots: Going to Gepetto’s was our first order of business Monday morning. Alice, Emma, Willow and I took Limnaea II down to McCarran International. It would be closer to fly into North Las Vegas but the pilot had filled the tanks at my request and while we weren’t at max TO weight we would have been a bit heavy getting off the 5,000 ft runways there. So landing at McCarran gave us a chance to take a helicopter to Gepettos and on the way I got to show Alice a bit of the city; my casino, my home and Adolph’s place as well as Splash and The Lorelei which she had heard me talk about.

Gepetto fitted her himself. She has lovely high arches and gorgeous insteps which are important for prolonged wearing and no foot irregularities that would require custom adjustments. She got exactly the same options Gepetto recommended for me; the light weight unitized titanium toe-box and shank assembly with light titanium armor plates in the shafts, quarter panels and titanium mesh/scales in the tongues as well as replicable lace splitter heels and spider filament laces with a dozen pairs of spare laces and four pairs of heel guards with Inman release mechanisms for walking on slippery floors or expensive rugs w/o punching holes in them.

Spider filament laces are nearly impossible to break or cut. However,  having a doz. pairs allows her maid to change them out to wash off the ejaculate from males paying homage to her by stroking off into her laces. Returning readers know the armor is necessary because when partying with other ballet-boot wearers tempers can flare and with 7 inch spike heels a malicious boot wearer can with little effort ‘accidently’ put a heel into a rival or adversary’s unarmored instep very quickly.

Alice ordered three pairs, two in calf length black leather and one in brown. She will have them by early next week when Willow (her granddaughter) and I take her clubbing in Vegas. In the meantime Alice will be wearing her Brit Ballet boots or pointe-shoes at Adolph’s meet and greet get-togethers. While we were there Willow dropped off a pair of her boots for replacement of the linings.  She also picked up a pair which had just had the linings and padding replaced after more than a year of heavy use.

Alice goes shopping: She was introduced to the first of the group of possible sexual partners over cocktails Sunday night and other men individually at breakfast, lunch and dinner on Monday. If she is interested it’s more or less vanilla sex before she will choose a partner for dive-sex. I won’t leave her alone in an unmonitored encounter pool. All our pools have full coverage with at least four conceded HD video cams and monitoring the voice transmissions from their FFMs while giving the appearance of privacy to occupants so Emma will be available in seconds if she is needed.

I’ve offered her a selection of possible lovers from Pirate’s best male escorts. The requirements are: a negative recent full STI panel, heterosexual ballet dancers in their late 20s to early 40s. Have amazing sexual stamina, can be gentle or rough, are expert swimmers, are good at dive-sex and ballet-sex and are fluent in French and Spanish as well as English. I decided to use professionals because while expensive they are known quantities and if one or more disappears there would be few questions asked. She seems very pleased with the selection and is still putting the candidates through their paces. I suspect she will settle on at least three favorites unless she decides to just fuck them all! 

Chalet Adolph: Adolph’s estate was formerly a boutique hotel so doesn’t lack for apace to sleep guests. On the roof of the new wing there is a sun deck with beautiful and unobstructed views. To the east is the lake with the mountains in California in the distance and to the west are the jagged peaks of the Sierra Nevada Mountains close behind us.

The encounter pools are all 30 feet deep, the maximum depth that coil and arcing spring diaphragms and FemCap can safely and comfortably worn. The Divemaster’s shop is there by the pools for mask, regulator, pool-pointes and platform weights and tank choices for guests who didn’t bring their own.

Altitude training: A benefit of exercise at an elevation of 6,000 feet is that since the air is thinner it takes more effort to do the same set of exercises or ballet class combinations than when at 2,000 ft in Vegas or at sea level on Virgin Gorda. My wards and I have found that a goal to be able to run up and down a flight of twenty concrete steps to the sundeck in ballet-boots may be unachievable in the time we have here. I have a flight of fifteen in the basement of my casino that I run up and down, but that’s at 2,000 feet not 6,000.  It’s a humbling experience for any woman who thinks she is in good enough shape to be able to run in ballet-boots. It is an exhausting exercise, but really builds up your lung capacity if you can stick with it long enough. Just walking up and down the flight of twenty to the sundeck several times is marvelous exercise and may be all that should be expected this time. Because Alice goes hiking so often in the mountains on Virgin Gorda in ballet-boots she is keeping up with me and girls young enough to be her granddaughters.  Her stamina is also a tribute to her trainer who developed her boot training regimen and has kept her motivated.

Formaldehyde Hall, necrophilia, pointe-shoe gag, Tahoe

One of Jenna’s Bloch Alpha pointes I use as a gag for Morning Wood.

The photo: A pointe-shoe I use to gag Marvin during Ballet BDSM play when I take him while astride. It was the position Jenna was using during the encounter from which she conceived. In that position I control the angle and depth of penetration and frequency of thrusts. I use one of Jenna’s 4 ½ xxx Bloch Alpha shoes (The size I wear when not menstrual) the toe-box measurements of which are: Platform 2.25 in. wide by 1.5 in. high. And across the toe-box measure 3.25 in. wide by 1.75 in. high. The platform just fits when he opens his jaws wide then I can push on the short hard out-sole and jam it further into his mouth. The ribbons on all pairs are 18 or 19 inches long by 1 inch wide satin nylon and machine sewn to the quarter panels and I tie them behind his neck to hold the gag in place. The platform and sole are seasoned with stage grime and the scent and taste of pine tar from the powdered rosin ground into the platforms and soles. Used as a gag a pointe-shoe is quite effective in keeping him quiet, but shouldn’t be used on anyone with a head cold as they might smother if they are unable to remove it.

Marvin during my absence: Fortunately Marvin has a speaking engagement in NYC at a specialist psychiatry convention during the week I’m in Tahoe so he is polishing his presentation and going east early to renew old school friendships so he shouldn’t miss me too much. Just to remind him of Jenna and me I left him several pairs of my sweat soaked Bloch Alpha pointes and several of her thongs damp with my vaginal secretions from when I was fertile last week. I’m CD16 and ovulated last Friday so I  should be safe from pregnancy for the next several weeks while with my girls and Adolph at the lake.

The Duchess to visit; a quandary: HD, a talented artist friend of mine, sent me a drawing of his impression of Her Grace, Alice Duchess of M****, in a lovely dinner dress with Champaign flute in hand standing in front of a glass tank with a female diver trapped in it. With Alice sipping French champagne the drawing rather reminded me of one of Adolph’s very selective cocktail parties in his museum where he has women in diving gear of various kinds floating in vertical glass tubes of formaldehyde. Lovely ripe young bodies of undocumented women who answered adverts for ‘swimsuit models’…  He said it reduced the work and cost of refilling air tanks and feeding the girls when he switched to formaldehyde for what he calls his ‘museum divers’. Alice has never seen his museum diver display as she has never been to Las Vegas. Until recently I thought Alice too much of a lady to approve of models in formaldehyde, but perhaps not…

Formaldehyde Hall and necrophilia: That display of women divers in formaldehyde is in what I think of as his man cave where very few women have been and come out alive. I think other than me only Anya has been to a party in Formaldehyde Hall and we went together so he would have had to take us both. We were in a group of his European necrophilia fetish friends at the time and we got admiring glances. I suppose they were wondering how we would look laid out on a slab encased in latex catsuits with the relief zippers open offering ice cold pussy and smelling of formaldehyde or bleeding out from a slit throat as they pumped semen into our dying bods.

It’s a really strange feeling talking to a group of men who you know would rather fuck your dead body than to mount you while alive and feel your muscles contract around their penis and suck semen out of them.  

When I shared the drawing (of Alice posed in front of a glass tank with a female diver trapped in it) with her she loved being a muse for fantasy art for the talented friend of mine.  She said being thought of as sexy at her age by a younger man has aroused some predatory instincts in her that she had managed to successfully suppress since her children were born. She has gentlemen lovers of course, but now she wants more… Sigh!  She is coming out to visit me in LV and I’m trying to think of suitable partners for her who we could invent cover stories for if one disappeared during an intimate encounter with her. In my experience it’s rare to find the huntress instinct so strong in an aristocratically bred woman and is a side of her I didn’t know existed until we recently chatted on Skype.

She is remarkably well preserved with a lovely hard body and for travel encounters favors men in their 30s who are skilled cocksmen, but then don’t we all! LOL! I can find a lot of very experienced thirty-somethings with clean full STI panels for her, but they all have lives here and will need to survive their time with her. She is so good at manipulating men that she was able to get her father’s permission to first train as a dancer and then as a surgeon and practiced (briefly) as a surgeon before marrying His Grace so she is very good with a scalpel or filleting knife.

Lake Tahoe: My wards and I are spending the week at Adolph’s estate (which was once a small hotel on the water) on the California side of Lake Tahoe. We arrived yesterday on Limnaea II and Adolph sent three Mercedes SUVs to meet us at Lake Tahoe Airport (TVL) which is just a few miles from the south end of the lake. He has invited some German business friends who were at his 4^th of July party to come up to the lake as sex partners for us all.

The surface of the lake is at about 6,200 feet elevation so we have changed our dive computers to calculate using altitude diving tables which will shorten dive durations somewhat unless we want to use deco stops. The lake is too cold for dive-sex as the guys can’t maintain an erection even when using a performance enhancing medication. So we will use Adolph’s Olympic size pool that is 30 feet deep. At that depth coil spring diaphragms and FemCap will still function effectively and comfortably so if Adolph has other women over who have been fitted for shallow water diving barriers they should be ok. He has converted three rooms in the new wing to soundproof ballet studios which we can use for classes and encounter sallies as I recall the Germans seemed to be very fond of Ballet-sex, which I think is because en pointe a woman’s grip is so much tighter. I made sure that all of us, my girls and staff as well as Adolph and his guests, had negative current full STI panels so our only concern should be pregnancy and wearing our dive diaphragms (Reflexions FS) to reduce the chance of water being forced into the uterus. 

I sent Limnaea II to St Thomas to pick up Her Grace and two of her staff, her personal ladies maid/dresser and personal secretary. They sailed to Charlotte Amalie from Virgin Gorda on the Wanton Lass so they should arrive later today. Her Grace has the suite next to mine. Her Grace will be returning to Las Vegas with us to spend at least a week and I hope longer as she is supposed to be lucky at casino tables.

After Tahoe it will be back to our fall routine; returning to school for the girls and I will be working with the new students entering St Lucy’s giving them their entrance pelvic exam and fitting them all for silicone Semina coil spring diaphragms which is what all students entering SL who have reached menarche start out wearing. All that will be during orientation week, then on Monday August 25 instruction Begins at both UNLV and St Lucy’s.

Diving Lost Cove,

A classic diving thong bikini

The Photo: A classic style with a thong bottom that can easily be pulled to one side for missionary entry with no plastic or metal that can break or gets uncomfortable in the sun and leave strange tan lines. The halter doesn’t get in the way of a tank harness and the underwire provides support when my breasts are full and I need to be milked.

The flight from McCarran to St Thomas: It was a scramble but we departed McCarran at 10:00 PM (PDT) and arrived on St Thomas at about 8:30 AM Eastern Daylight time. I thought the Gemini might delay us but they surprised me by arriving early and sticking as close as possible to the Swan Twins. Staying focused we managed to easily make our 10:00 PM departure time.

The flight distance LAS to IAD = 2,066 miles. At about 550 mph from McCarran to Dulles flight time is about 4 hours less the time made up riding a tailwind from the jet stream, so about 3 to 3.5 hours. Then there was an hour on the ground to pick up Fiona, Cyndi and Maj. Tree.

The flight distance from Dulles (IAD) International Airport to Cyril E. King Airport (STT) on St Thomas is 1610 miles.  The flight time at 550 mph is slightly less than three hours. So say 3.5+1.0+3.0= 7.5 hrs. total travel time from Vegas to St Thomas.  

Sailing from St Thomas to Virgin Gorda: When we landed it was in the mid 70s and raining. We taxied into a hanger where after going through customs (an agent came to us) we transferred our things into three SUVs and took the short drive down to the pier at Krum Bay and the crew of the Wanton Lass IV had us aboard in less than five minutes and cast off from the pier at about 9:00 AM. There was a good bit of wind with guests to 20mph and the sea was choppy. We went east passing south of St Thomas, St John, Tortola and virgin Gorda before going around the eastern end and into North Sound to Lost Cove. The yacht was on its diesel engines as we were sailing almost directly east and the winds were coming from the east. It’s a good sixty or seventy nautical miles for the southern sweep all the way around and into North Sound and at 7 kts against the wind it took us until evening to get to Lost Cove. Fortunately no one got seasick. Again I thought the Gemini might, but they did wonderfully well with the Swan twins enjoying the meals prepared by the chef and sex with the twins and they are really good about helping do whatever needed to be done.

Settling in: We’d eaten aboard the Wanton Lass and the house staff came down to the beach to welcome us and  take our luggage to our rooms so we had unpacked and settled in by 11:00 PM. Sunday morning the women began our morning ballet class at 8:00 AM so we don’t get too far off our routines and out of shape during our vacation. Then we went diving in the cove. Jack and I checked the outflow of the aquifer that feeds fresh water into the bay through an old lava tube and found the flow strong and cold from all the recent rain.

Her Grace is fitted for dive-sex protection: The Duchess (call me Alice) called before we went diving and wanted a diaphragm fitting from Chris when she came for dinner so she arrived early. I asked why she wanted a diaphragm fitted at her age and she said she wanted to try dive-sex with Colin, her current lover, as she had heard so much about it when we women all got together on earlier trips and Colin is keen to partner her. She wanted me there with her during the fitting so when her sailboat entered the cove in the early afternoon Chris and I were on the beach to greet her. She is in her late sixties, but is in marvelous shape and hardly looks a day over forty and she has a Swiss specialist for vaginal rejuvenation treatments so isn’t suffering from vaginal dryness as so many post-menopausal women do. Chris took us to a back bedroom that I’d had converted to a Gyn exam room with an exam table with stirrups and lights and Alice put on an exam gown and got up on the table. Chris did a thorough pelvic exam palpating her uterus and feeling her ovaries and checking that she had a pronounced post-pubic vault suitable for wearing a diaphragm. He said later that she has wonderfully healthy vaginal rugae soft and flexible and the muscle tone of a twenty-five year old ballet dancer. She wanted Colin present during her fitting and he was, as she believes the man should know as much about female dive-sex protection as the woman.

Chris fit her with an 85mm latex Reflections flat spring which, as returning readers know, is the best type to use for dive-sex as it is nearly impossible to under-thrust so is ideal for flood insurance which is needed even for menopausal women who still have their uterus. Forty years ago when she married the Duke she used an Ortho White coil spring rim for contraception and all her pregnancies were planned so it was just a matter of familiarizing her with the diaphragm again. She walked around with it inserted for a minute or two and made certain she could urinate freely with the diaphragm in place and practiced inserting and removing it several times and had the hang of it right away. I showed her the 10ml prefilled disposable applicators of a silicone base spermicide/biocide, DiveGel+, used in the dome as spermicide and in the vagina as a lubricant for dive-sex as water base lubes and natural lube quickly washes away during underwater sex. And she left the exam room with the Reflexions and DiveGel+ inserted.

Diving the Duchess: Then Jack and I took her and Colin out to her boat to get their gear and then to the Wanton Lass and we put on SCUBA (the Duchess and Colin are both diving OTS Guardian FFMs just like the rest of us) and breathing regular air from 80 cuft HP steel tanks. Alice and I each taking an ankle leash to tether ourselves to two of the ten two-hundred pound concrete shackle blocks that had been positioned across the shallow (30 to 40 ft.) portion of the cove so we can tether ourselves and not be tumbled around or carried out of the cove by the current while our attention is directed elsewhere.

Once Alice was safely tethered to a shackle block and inflated her BC a bit to keep the tether tight we left her and Colin to enjoy themselves while we gave them a bit of privacy. Jack and I went to another block and I clipped my ankle leash into the shackle and inflated my BC to hold me snug at the end of my tether. We all had clickers to sound if any of us got in trouble, but there was no trouble just marvelous nearly weightless sex…

Jack began fondling me and I forgot all about Alice and Colin. I spread my labia and Jack entered me and I gasped as with a single stroke he thrust as deep as he could. I adjusted my hips and he thrust again as I guided him into my anterior fornix stretching the translucent latex membrane of my Reflexions over my cervix on one side and his glans on the other.  And while he held my hips and thrust into me we enjoyed the sights and sounds of dive-sex; the hiss of gas being sucked through our demand valves, the roar of our bubbles rushing to the surface from our exhalations and our gasps, moans and my mewing as he caressed my G-spot to a bone melting orgasm and strong contractions that caused him to plant his seed inside me with five brutally powerful thrusts while I watched his face through the lens of his mask fascinated as my beautiful man inseminated me.

Mother’s Day feast: For our Mother’s Day evening meal Jack had 50 lbs of rack of black-faced lamb sent to my place on Virgin Gorda. And Paul brought three doz. large West Indian langouste (West Indian spiny lobsters with no claws) caught around a large coral reef just outside the entrance to Lost Cove. Grilled after splitting and seasoned and eaten with drawn butter the langoustes were delicious, but they aren’t as large or sweet as Mane lobsters. The rack of lamb, served with mint jelly, was so tender you could cut it with a fork. And for desert we had home made mango ice-cream.

Diving the cove: The water in lost Cove is a combination of warm (75° F or warmer) salt water entering from the Caribbean through North Sound and relatively pure (65°F) fresh water from the aquifer draining a major portion of Virgin Gorda. In the depression into which the aquifer empties the fresh water is densest and is on the bottom while the warmer sea water floats on top of the fresh. At the depth of thirty feet where the aquifer depression meets the cove floor there is an upwelling of cold fresh water along the north side of the cove bottom that mixes to some extent with the sea water. This leads to a situation where a diver weighted for the majority of the cove area will be significantly over weighted if s/he drops below thirty feet in the area of the aquifer outflow depression. A way to compensate while retaining the heavier weight set is to wear a buoyancy compensator with enough lift to handle the fresh water over-weight situation. For those who care about water temperature, salinity and density see: http://www.csgnetwork.com/h2odenscalc.html which says in part:

“The density of pure water is 1000 kg/m3. Ocean water is more dense because of the salt in it. Density of ocean water at the sea surface is about 1027 kg/m3. There are two main factors that make ocean water more or less dense than about 1027 kg/m3. The first is the temperature of the water and the other us the salinity of the water. Ocean water gets more dense as temperature goes down. So, the colder the water, the more dense it is. Increasing salinity also increases the density of sea water. Less dense water floats on top of more dense water. Given two layers of water with the same salinity, the warmer water will float on top of the colder water. However, temperature has a greater effect on the density of water than does salinity. Hence, a layer of water (pycnocline) with higher salinity can actual float on top of water with lower salinity if the layer with higher salinity is quite a bit warmer than the lower salinity layer.”

The fresh water outflow causes a potentially dangerous situation on the north side of the cove where the cold water  current has scoured a depression all the way out to the sound in which the current is about 2 kts regardless of what the tide is doing above the outflow. So anything caught in the outflow current will be quickly washed into the sound.

Rash guard: In most cove locations, with the exception of the aquifer outflow, the water is so warm that even at a depth of 30 feet we are comfy wearing Spandex rash guards which differ from swim shirts in that they are tight fitting and have flatlock stitching and six panel construction for strength, comfort and increased flexibility. Because I have red hair and light skin I like the fact that even the white rash guards I prefer have at least an SPF of 50.

 

 

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!

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.  

 

Aphrodite

The goddess Aphrodite, Venus de Milo in the Louvre

The chapel tour: As I wrote in my entry for July 12th “At lunch on the day Himself fell ill, John asked if I would like to have a tour of the Abbey and while the Duke had shown me around briefly I was anxious to be in the company of the handsome budding archeologist who offered to “slake my fascination with the chapel and other subjects of mutual interest”.

That was several weeks ago when I was CD2 and newly menstrual and his comment caused such a rush of desire – my secondary libidinal peak is when I’m menstrual - that I became lightheaded and felt the intense pelvic engorgement of sudden arousal as my thong absorbed a gush of vaginal discharge. I thought for a moment that my diaphragm had displaced and I was leaking menstrual flow, but a quick glance down at my white shorts showed only a light pink stain from the tiny amount of flow coating the walls mixed with my natural arousal lube. I excused myself long enough to empty my diaphragm of the collected menstrual flow then clean and reinsert it. I washed my face in cold water to try to calm down, changed into darker clothes for our Abbey tour and reapplied my makeup. I suppose it was foolish of me to try and get away with wearing white shorts while menstrual, but I can usually pull it off successfully. It now seems apparent that I can’t when I’m around John.

The Venus temple encounter: It was after our extensive tour of the choir containing the side chapels – small temple alcoves actually, one for each of the goddesses; Venus, Diana, Minerva, Juno - that John took me in his arms and while nuzzling my neck whispered that he would like to “probe the depths of my desire” and I murmured my consent. Taking my hand he guided me back to the temple alcove that held the altar and once a statue of Venus, perhaps similar to the one in the Louvre in the photo at the top of this entry, in front of which is her superb mosaic. I had anticipated an intimate encounter and so had dressed for the occasion in black Wolford 50 denier Marino wool and Elastane tights, a black compression front-closure sports bra for quick access for nursing, black Gaynor hard shanked suede platform pointes and a beautiful oversized Barbour long sleeve turtleneck sweater of sage Marino wool with a waterproof lining that I wore as a tunic. John had cautioned me that the footing in the choir and temple alcoves area was treacherous on stones worn smooth over the centuries which is why I had intentionally worn suede tipped Gaynors for better traction and because wearing pointes show off my legs beautifully and give me more options during a sexual encounter.

The temperature in the temple of Venus must have been in the 50s, but I was panting with desire as I unzipped the fly of John’s heavy cords and gently helped him get his erection out. He asked if I wanted him in a condom, but I said no, that I was safe and wanted to feel him skin-on-skin and he smiled. He was already dripping the clear slippery pre-cum of full arousal. Men can get ready so quickly! Though, I’m sure we had both been thinking about how we would consummate our passion. I lifted my tunic and he rolled my tights down to mid thigh, fingered me and found me slippery wet with my labia engorged and parted. All he said was “Oh, my!” He had me turn around and bend over the stone altar on which offerings had been made to Venus more that eighteen- hundred years ago. I stepped on to pointe and spread my feet a la seconde so he could step between my legs and on my toes my hip height was more convenient for him to penetrate me. While bent over the altar I reached back and spread my labia and positioned his tip at the introitus of my vagina and murmured “push.” My command seemed to reverberate off the temple walls. He gripped my hips firmly and was gentle, as he slowly entered me. He filled me with a single glorious, gradual, relentless thrust during which I gasped and moaned. I took all 8 inches and a bit of him reveling in his thickness and the feeling of him pressing on my cervix through the latex membrane of my protection as he thrust into my anterior fornix. It was the most marvelous feeling! Of being complete, of two bodies joined into a single entity and then he began to slow stroke me and I sort of melted.

I think he gave me at least three extremely intense vaginal orgasms and one cervical orgasm during which I had some sort of out-of-body experience during which I could smell roses (a symbol of Aphrodite) and the Goddess blessed me and asked if I wanted children. I don’t remember my answer, or even if I gave her one. I know he finished inside me because I was draining his seed afterward. He said I seemed to be in a trance for a few minutes after I stopped moaning and gasping and as he kissed me I awoke. John gave me a cup of ice cold water from the spring and when my head was clear I wondered if at 40 I was getting too old for a libido as strong as mine or if I was out of shape. Now, having had more time to think about it I’ve been keeping up my training and eating a balanced diet and I wasn’t dehydrated and I had gotten over any jet-lag so it must have been the combination of a new and highly skilled lover and being made love to in a 1st century temple to Venus that had such psychological and physical impact on me. Even though the temple is 1st C Roman I have been left with the feeling that my mystical encounter was with the Greek Goddess Aphrodite which is why this entry bears her name.

Pre-betrothal ritual: As I was Kegeling out most of his seed, pulling up my tights and lowering my Barbour tunic he told me he had brought other women to the temple of Venus and all of them were freaked out by the place, except me. John said the temple visit was a ritual that the eldest male child of the Duke is required to perform with his women and that was begun when the Laird’s daughter first took his great, great, great grandfather to the temple to consummate their union. Ever since they became owners of the land the eldest sons have only married women with whom they had sex on the altar in the temple of Venus. I made some non committal comment like “Ohhh!”

I’m sure the Duke doesn’t think of me as a suitable breeding mate for his heir, possibly because of my background, but more likely, because of my age. Even if I wanted and could have children the chances of their having birth defects because of my age is much higher than if I was in my early 30s. So I’m almost certainly out of the running as a future Duchess as delightful as John, Marquis of M… is as a sex partner. I think it must be that I’m coveting the thing I can’t have as John is one of the few men I could see myself settling down with and to whom I could be faithful. But as I said I don’t think I’m seen as a suitable future Duchess so I’m sure I’ll never be asked.