The scent maven and masochism

Well used Freed Classic pointes with ¾ shanks

The Photo: A pair of well used Freed Classic pointe shoes with three-quartered shanks (similar to the ones I wear for performances) which show off the arches of the dancer’s feet. Anyone wondering if wearing dancer modified pointes are comfortable has only to look at where the shanks have been cut away from the outer soles and where the wearer puts her weight when on her heels, which is why we seldom put weight on our heels for long when wearing pointe-shoes with customized ¾ shanks. A great many successful female ballet dancers are masochists to some extent which makes it easier to deal with the discomfort of wearing and performing in pointe-shoes.

 Masochism: The term has several meanings:

1. The deriving of sexual gratification from fantasies or acts that involve being made to suffer physical or mental pain. Also, called sexual masochism.

2. The deriving of pleasure from being humiliated or mistreated, either by another or by oneself.

3. A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences.

Most women ballet dancers I know fall under the third meaning of the term. Though for me the discomfort (significantly lessened for me by wearing Gaynor Minden shoes for play) is worth the power, confidence I get from wearing and performing in pointes.

The scent maven: I like to be able to provide a fetish partner with a wide range of feminine scents to choose from when we are having a sexual encounter and the extent of options available for my scent bouquet will depend on where I am in my cycle and what I wear.

Some erotic scent sources:

The aroma of estrogenic sweat soaked pointes: Ballet and foot fetishists often agree that the English paste used in Freed pointe shoes made of traditional materials; hessian, cardboard, satin, leather and paste produces the best bouquet when soaked in a dancers estrogenic sweat. A quick way to get them sweat soaked is to wear them while exercising in a latex catsuit or leggings. Especially if they have three-quartered shanks (as in the photo above) since the sweat pours out of the ankle opening and into the backs of the shoes to be soaked up by the raw leather where the top of the shank has been cut away.  

Wearing them for too long when in latex can get them so soaked that the blocks will never recover even when heavily jet glued so if anyone tries this do so with an old pair first. There are a few pointe fetishists who like the sweat soaked aroma of Gaynor Minden pointes that have a chemical scent about them and a really pungent odor if an anti-bacterial spray hasn’t been used on the insides and they have become ripe.

A fun alternative for moistening one’s pointes is to have a partner cum in your shoes in the toe-boxes or on the exposed leather undersoles of ¾ shanked shoes. Or, I like to fellatite a partner and rather than swallowing his load spit it into my shoes.  And of course, the ever-popular option of having him come in my toe pads then push my toes into the thick hot sperm rich cream fresh out of a favorite man before forcing them into the tight toe-boxes of favorite pair of play pointes.

Tacking stitches – visual foreplay: If the role is demanding and if there is time between shoe changes, sometimes professionals will sew ourselves into our shoes (like, into the tights). Or sew tacking stitches in the knot to tack the endings so they don’t come out mid-performance. Afterward it only takes a moment to cut the tacking threads of the ribbons if the shoes can be reused for another performance or class. Letting a man watch me cut the tacking threads and remove my pointes occasionally after a performance or play date, along with the first whiffs of sweat softened paste can be used as foreplay with a fetishist deeply in thrall to any woman who can confidently wear and perform in pointe-shoes. I’ve had some men so fixated that they prematurely ejaculate, but that’s fine as it takes the edge off a bit so they last longer when thrusting inside me.

Toe Cheese: A mixture of dead skin, nail polish chips, bits from toe pads, mixed with estrogenic sweat, liniment residue and occasionally spiced with blood and blister seepage that collects between the toes that is mixed with the aroma of the pointes the dancer wears, especially Freeds in which the scent of the paste can enhance the taste of a dancer’s toe cheese. A few expert pointe-shoe fetishists can tell which makers pointes his partner has worn recently by the scent of her toe cheese.

The aroma of a sweaty latex catsuit: Not that other latex feminine garments don’t provide their own bouquets, but a catsuit can provide both pelvic and breast scents, if the wearer is lactating. Though rancid breastmilk can be a scent-too-far for some as it can cause nausea for the couple and it can be costly since it’s almost impossible to get the rancid scent out of a latex garment w/o damaging it.

A latex diaphragm: A latex diaphragm worn for more than 24 hours and marinated in female fertile cervical mucus (FCM), arousal lube, or menstrual flow and male genital secretions can be a sinus clearing scent!  Though leaving a diaphragm in place with menstrual flow for a protracted interval is very dangerous as bacteria buildup can cause Toxic Shock Syndrome (TSS) which can be fatal.

A latex diaphragm, now very difficult to get other than by custom fitting, is far better to use as a sensory toy because the latex surface is a bit porous and so reacts with reproductive tract secretions far better than silicone. As a toy the diaphragm can be used to collect fertile cervical mucus for consumption by a male partner or, when I’m luteal, we can act out a breeding fantasy by him ejaculating in the dome and I insert it so the tip of my cervix is submerged in a pool of semen instead of spermicide while he inseminates me the traditional way in missionary.   

Menstrual discharge: A diaphragm either latex or silicone or a menstrual cup (I wear a Diva Cup) can be used as a container by fetishists who are fond of consuming their partner’s menstrual flow. Of m partners who are menstrual fetishists all prefer the silicone Caya because the cup is deeper and can be easily drunk from. My partners think another plus is the grip dimples which prevent it slipping out of their grasp while licking out the “clots”, which aren’t really clots but pieces of endometrium that often come out in my flow. All my menstrual fetishists claim consuming my flow is a nutritional supplement, as a source of iron.  They are also fond of its thick consistency and metallic scent. I do try to eat an iron rich diet to ensure I don’t become anemic from blood loss and I’m fortunate not to have extremely heavy or long and painful menses.

Latex and breast milk: Breast feeding while in a latex catsuit can be wonderful, but high-maintenance as the wearer has to be careful to clean up any milk leakage afterward or the milk and sweat combination will quickly turn rancid and getting that scent out of latex can be very hard and sometimes impossible to do. Occasionally, with a male partner who enjoys revolting scents wearing a latex suit smelling of rancid milk can be a plus, but those men are very rare and good quality latex catsuits are expensive so I have an inexpensive one that reeks of rancid breastmilk that I wear if I’m with one of them. When not in use I wash it and keep it in an airtight bag so the scent is contained. 

Sweaty leather ballet-boots: Returning readers will recall that I wear custom made ballet-boots made by my cobbler Gepetto. They have unitized titanium toe-box and shank assemblies and easily replicable titanium heel spikes in case one bends or breaks which is very unlikely.   Properly sized and genuine leather ballet-boots even though the leather breathes can cause the wearer’s feet to sweat and swell. The problem with ballet-boots is threefold: 1) it’s difficult to get the correct size and heel height and, 2) made of top quality genuine leather - not smaller pieces stitched together - they can be very expensive and 3) there are few cobblers who still make quality hand crafted ballet-boots as the market is small and there is little profit, so the maker is usually still making them because he loves fitting fetishists, especially women. The rich fresh leather scent of a pair of new quality leather boots can be amazing and only improved when soaked in the wearer’s estrogenic sweat.

When I’m out clubbing I’m sometimes accused of “holding court” because some of the male members in my circle will come to my table kneel and pledge their fealty by ejaculating into the laces of my boots. It’s a lovely gesture, but it does make the cleaning of them afterward more difficult. I usually let them dry then loosen the crusty residue with a brush and blow it out of the laces with a hair dryer then polish the boots with Obenauf's boot oil which makes the leather soft, shine and waterproof.

Morning Wood’s problem, and a shoe room tryst

The single rod contraceptive implant good for 3 years

The Photo: The Nexplanon 4 cm long single rod progestin only subdermal implant that slowly releases etonogestrel.

Morning Wood and morning sickness: The 19 y/o student, ‘Miss Nexplanon’, who is fucking her way into one of Marvin’s Cambridge Psychology classes and as a consequence is draining his seed from her tight, deep pussy tested positive for hCG. She hadn’t been able to keep breakfast down for the past several days so she peed on a stick and found she is pregnant. That’s not supposed to happen for women on Nexplanon which is statistically about 99% effective and she is freaking out and wants to get rid of it as does Marvin. She was on diet pills and St John’s Wort for depression which probably reduced the progestin’s effectiveness.

Chris, my male Gyn who works at the Barony’s London women’s clinic, is giving her a vacuum aspiration this evening (Saturday, after office hours) and Marvin accompanied her. They plan to spend the night at Blackthorn House in Belgravia before returning to Cambridge Sunday as though they had gone to London for the shows. I suppose she is lucky since there is a good possibility that a pregnancy while on a progestin only contraceptive could end up as ectopic and result in the possible loss of one of her tubes. She is having a frameless copper bead GyneFix IUD inserted at the same time so she and Marvin can continue their affair. That’s fine with me as it will keep him pumping seed into a known vagina for the academic year while he is teaching at Cambridge.

Snow: On Thursday 1/14 we had our first snow. It was forecast for Llanidloes which is about 550 feet above sea level with temps in the mid 20s (F).   Blackthorn castle is at 1,600 feet and our temp was in the high teens (F) and we had about 4 inches of snow. It was my first time here in the snow and the castle looks marvelous all trimmed in white.

A shoe room tryst: As I mentioned in my entry for January 1^st, Tim has an erotic fascination about pointe shoes and the women who wear them. When I showed him my shoe room with its bins of new Freed and Gaynor Minden pointes he was very interested, but he fell in love with the racks of damp smelly ones drying after being worn. They are infused with the unique bouquet of stimulating scents immediately recognized by all women ballet dancers; estrogenic sweat soaked leather and paste and anti-bacteria spray from drying Freed and Gaynor pointes, lineament, antiperspirant and perfume that I wear on a daily basis. And from the soiled costume hamper occasionally the malodorous aroma of a pantie and plug set that was worn while fertile. The shoe room has a barre and mirror so I can try on a pair and see how they feel to see if they are right for what I will be doing a technique class, rehearsal or a performance and what role I’ll be dancing. Every woman who was ever fitted for pointe shoes knows there can be a different look and feel between pairs of seemingly identical pointes. 

Tim loves the intimacy of watching me prepare my toes, taping them and pulling on toe pads then forcing my padded and taped toes intro the toe-boxes of the shoes and pulling the backs up over my heels then walking around en pointe with the ribbons untied to see how they feel and set my toes in the blocks. If everything feels right then I’ll wrap the ribbons around my ankles and tie my feet into the pair of pointes before stretching for a few minutes at the barre. I was CD 7 and follicular and needed the protection of a cervical barrier.

Ordinarily I would insert a cervical barrier before dressing in practice clothes however I wanted him actively involved in the fantasy of helping a ballet dancer protect herself before an unanticipated encounter so after that I let him apply DiveGel+ in the dome of a Caya pull down my tights, slip the thong of my leo to one side and parting my labia expertly inserted it slipping the rim under and behind my cervix before pushing the relief arch up behind my pubic bone. I checked after him to feel my cervix through the silicone membrane of the cup just to be sure. It was positioned perfectly and I was ready to rock and roll!  With my vulva still exposed and my tights at mid thigh I took his hand and guided him over to the barre, stepped up on to pointe a la seconde, grabbed the barre with both hands and bent over inviting him to enter me from behind.

He is tall and marvelously well hung so even en pointe a la seconde he lifted me several inches off my platforms which is why I increased the padding as I wore bespoke Freeds from the Crown maker with 3/8^th inch thick three-quartered leather shanks for our ballet-sex encounter rather than Gaynors since I was going to give the shoes to Tim as a souvenir of our time together when he left to return to duty.  The leather shanks flex not break when the wearer is thrust-dropped on the platforms during ballet-sex. Even so there is no internal platform padding so wearing Freeds for ballet-sex is for the masochist not the faint-of-heart.

Taking a man inside me when I’m en pointe is almost always a marvelous experience for me especially if he is well endowed and Tim is near my upper limit in that category.  All my muscles from the tips of my toes to my abdominals are clenched when I’m on my toes so I have to be very well lubricated and then the initial penetration as his glans pushes between my labia and under my pubic bone is absolutely thrilling feeling the warmth and size of him filling me as he pushes deeper thrusting into the depths of my posterior fornix pushing against the nylon spring rim of the Caya.  His strong hands holding my hips as he thrust and withdrew and thrust and withdrew! All that length and girth, his new set of bacteria and when he came he filled me with the hot, thick, creamy strands of bioadhesive semen coating the convex side of my Caya   It is so marvelous having Tim thrusting inside me! He loves the lightly textured matte surface of the Caya dome which acts as a stimulator and gets him off quicker than if I was wearing a Milex that has a glass smooth finish to its dome.

The Dragon to Cardiff: I’m taking Tim to the airport at Cardiff this coming Monday, Jan 18^th. The Dragon, my private cars, will be connected to the 7:31 AM from Caersws for the three hour trip to Cardiff arriving at 10:39 AM.  We will be having sex and a late breakfast aboard and then more sex.  He will be boarding a military aircraft bound for some location that he can’t talk about. In Cardiff he is taking me for an early dinner to Gateway of India since we both like Indian food and he says the restaurant is excellent. Then I’ll go with him to the airport to see him aboard his plane then take a taxi back to Cardiff Central to board The Dragon for Caersws and home. The return trip will take 9 ¼ hours! I’ll certainly have time to become reacquainted with my vibi after an amazing two weeks with Tim! Sigh…!

New Years Eve, Floss playsuit

A floss playsuit of stretch black tulle strapping

The Photo:  No, before someone asks, that isn’t me. She’s a lingerie model. I do have hair that long, but it’s red, my eyes are green and my breasts while small like hers are a bit fuller since I’m lactating. The stretch black tulle strapping is embellished with silver sequins that wraps around the body, tying into a large adjustable bow at the shoulder and another on the thong-style derrière makes a very attractive package for the women wrapped in it. I think it is one of the most attractive of the Agent Provocateur garments I have and it is very easily gotten out of by untying the bows rather than having it ripped off.

My New Years silver playsuit: This suit was a Christmas gift from my primary lover, Marvin (Morning Wood). It’s the sort of provocative costume I like to wear when I am alone with a lover to get his blood pressure up. I had briefly considered wearing it during my New Year house party, from the 31^st to the 3^rd, but thought better of it since I’m sure it would “scare the horses”, in a manner of speaking, as most of my neighbors aren’t ready to know me quite that well. It would certainly be a piece of amazing gossip to begin the year, but I’m looking for more mainstream news to emanate from the Barony if any news at all.  

Of course to confidently wear something like this the wearer must have waxed pubes or the look is spoiled. That is especially true if one is strutting around on her toes where the pelvis is thrust out as a ‘preview of coming attractions coming soon to an encounter Sallie near you’. It has a tiny vulva cup that just fits over the head of a sports plug I always wear when performing in minimal costumes like this with an audience I’m not entirely comfortable with. Wearing a plug prevents amorous and adventuresome members of the audience from slipping fingers inside me while I’m giving them personal attention. Some of the nice things about this costume are that I can be milked by just removing a pastie and the vulva cup can be slipped to one side if I am sans plug and want to be fingered, or to assist a male acquaintance obviously in need of help with his erection by having him insert himself inside me for a few minutes. Playsuits are so much fun that way!

New Years Eve festivities: I thought the evening went very well. After the ball for which a string quartet played and ringing in the New Year at midnight  couples began pairing off (not necessarily with the partner they arrived with) some being more circumspect about it than others. Several of the men had asked staff how to get to specific women’s rooms so I knew there were games of musical beds in progress. I thought it was lovely that my guests felt safe enough here to begin new or continue with established trysts, but of course since few of them had ever been guests here I think it was mostly that they saw it as the chance of a lifetime to be fucked on New Years at Blackthorn Castle.

Actually I had a chance to become very closely acquainted with the Timothy (Tim) the twenty-five y/o son and heir of Lord D**** who lives nearby. Tim is on leave from the SAS in which he is an officer, having graduated from the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst and Oxford. He looks so handsome and virile in his dress uniform! He is a fabulous ballroom dancer and is an amazingly gentle lover with tremendous sexual stamina, but then he said he hadn’t been with a woman in several months. I knew he was my type when he said he has a thing for ballerinas so I showed him my costume and shoe rooms. He was particularly taken by the shoe room which smells of new pointes as well as the scent of damp leather and paste and anti-bacteria spray from drying Freed and Gaynor pointes that I wear on a daily basis. The shoe room has a barre and mirror so I can try on a pair and see how I look in them, and yes there can be a different look between pairs of seemingly identical pointes, at least there is for me.  It was there in the shoe room having shown Tim how I prepare my toes for pointework and tying my feet into a pair of Gaynor Mindens that I first had ballet-sex with him. He is tall and marvelously well hung so even en pointe a la seconde he lifted me several inches off my platforms making me very glad I always wear GM pointes with their internal thick platform pads for ballet-sex as thrust-drop can disable if not hospitalize the woman if she doesn’t protect her toes properly when engaging in ballet-sex.

Tim as a bedmate: As my New Years bedmate Tim and I had a marvelous time, but very little sleep. As I mentioned earlier he has (or had- I’ll know more about that as the house party continues) amazing sexual stamina and was obviously experienced as he knew exactly what to do to drive me wild with desire on my toes, on my back, on my hands and knees entered from behind doggie style, or even when I was astride him where he only had to look at me with those lovely deep blue eyes! He did most of the work except when I was astride him. He gave me a series of bone melting orgasm so all I had to do was lie there and enjoy his skill. My only contribution while on my back was the very strong vaginal contractions he gave me when I came and took him into ecstasy with me. He actually got off seven times though the last one was Pompoir where I milked him.

Marvin had taken to bed a nineteen y/o Cambridge student the daughter of a local politician. She is sucking up to him in every way possible (she swallows during fellatio which he loves) as she wants to get into one of his Psych classes a class which is already over subscribed. I suspect if she is as willing and talented a bed partner as he hopes he will almost certainly find a way to get her into the class she wants. I made sure she was using protection. In her case Nexplanon the etonogestrel single rod upper arm implant since Marvin will not wear a condom and I don’t want him impregnating my guests. I haven’t seen them this morning so they are probably sleeping in. I hope she isn’t so sore she walks funny this morning as everyone will know what happened, but then anyone paying attention saw them disappear together so they weren’t hiding it.   

Contraceptive enquiries: During the evening several of the young ladies from adjoining estates came to ask about birth control for themselves. I’m not sure how my expertise in the field of contraception became known in the area. Well, it was probably because I fit two of the castle’s servants with Caya diaphragms and I imagine they told their friends. In the village that sort of news travels faster than light so it spreads from one great house to another not to mention through the general population.

Two of the girls were looking for something nonhormonal as they are currently on the pill which is causing depression and frequent spotting. I recommended they consult their Gyns about a copper IUD. I don’t think cervical barriers are for them as neither seems to be able to think clearly and for a diaphragm or cap to be effective it takes a being a bit obsessive/compulsive to stick to the regimen of wearing it every time because barriers are unforgiving of oopses and just-this-once events. The other is a Doctorial candidate in mathematics at Oxford and as highly organized as any one I’ve ever seen. So should be an excellent candidate for successful use of the Caya diaphragm.  

Friday morning January first: There may be an early start to the New Year by only a few of guests. Most, (other than my wards, their partners and I who have already taken our technique and pointe classes) will almost certainly be sleeping in. Breakfast is to order this morning as guests come down to breakfast or brunch, whenever they wake. And with temperatures in the low 40s (F) rain and 20 mph winds forecast for the entire weekend we will be playing a lot of indoor sports. Archery in the Great Hall, darts in the blue drawing room and billiards and Charades will be the organized entertainment. Of course couples can go off by themselves.  At this elevation we have already had snow flurries.  

 

Wishing all my readers a happy and prosperous 2016

 

 

Bi-ing with Bea, Brad the Impaler

A rerolled used and unlubricated condom

The photo: An unlubricated rerolled used condom like this can be worn for several days to marinate and ‘ripen’ providing scent and flavor to unprotected fertile coitial discharge for tasting during girl-girl sex. However, If I’m wearing a condom for ‘flavor’ I wear it unrolled and shoved into my posterior fornix. Unrolled there is more rubber surface to develop the scent and taste my partner wants. A condom left to marinate in coital secretions for 24 hours or more ripens into an eye watering, sinus clearing aroma that has been compared unfavorably to the stench of Kimchi. It’s an acquired taste not appreciated by many bi-sexual couples.  

An intimate relationship: Bea, my 18 y/o ward and student at Trinity College Cambridge has become such an accomplished sex partner for both heterosexual and lesbian encounters. To add a bit of zest to the scent of coital secretions I have taught her to wear a condom pushed deep into her posterior fornix with her fingers and allowed to ripen for several days, especially when she is fertile and producing thick stretchy fertile cervical mucus (FCM), to flavor her coitial discharge. When she comes to me immediately after being filled with seed by an unprotected man, while his semen is still thick and creamy, I insert latex gloved fingers (to prevent my nails from accidently scratching her rugae) in her vagina to enjoy the scent and taste of the lovely mix of latex scented FCM and semen while she milks me sucking at one nipple and then the other as she hungrily breastfeeds. I love having this sort of an encounter with her while we are both dressed in front zip latex catsuits and are sweaty from penetrative encounters with unprotected men.  

Brad the Impaler: No good deed goes unpunished! One of the daughters (Désiré) from an adjoining estate asked if she could take barre and pointe class with my circle while we are at the castle. She is an 18 y/o student home for Christmas vacation from a prestigious vocational ballet school in London and her mom called me to make sure it was fine to have her in my morning classes. Désiré and her mom are well aware of the lifestyle dancers lead and so her mom told me, before I asked, that Désiré has had her Gardasil shots, is using NuvaRing for contraception and Chris tested her (she was negative) for hCG so I was glad to have her in class. She has been staying with my circle at the castle as I have plenty of room and the drive from her parents place to the castle would require the better part of an hour one way and longer in the bad weather we have been having.  

I was fortunate to get a spare man (Siegfried) who also lives in the area and who is a ballet dancer at the same school to partner her. He is a lovely 21 y/o with a magnificent body and is such a lovely dancer So I paired him with Désiré and they make a lovely couple and are excellent partners. However, Siegfried sprained an ankle and one of the POB men, Brad, an American, offered to partner her as his partner was suffering from unusually severe menstrual cramps. As dancers Brad and Désiré make a lovely couple, but pelvically they are dangerously mismatched as Désiré has a vagina that will accommodate a 7 inch penis when she is fully aroused and Brad is at least 8 ½ inches at orgasm. They recognized this and Brad was being gentle and using restraint not trying to bury his entire length in her as men seemed to want to do and things were going well when during a ballet-sex encounter she broke a shank in the Freed pointes she was wearing and fell off pointe just as he was thrusting.

Returning readers will recall that ballet-sex is where the woman is entered from behind while en pointe a la seconde holding on to the barre with both hands. Siegfried reacted quickly, but she took his entire length for a few moments and you could hear the scream outside the studio as the ligaments were stretched and muscles sprained. The good news is she wasn’t left suspended impaled on his shaft as he withdrew immediately and she collapsed in a ball on the floor. Chris, My male Gyn who always spends the holidays with us, gave her Entonox (a combination of nitrous oxide and oxygen) to eliminate the pain and had her take 800 mg of ibuprofen and we helped her to bed where we put ice packs on her lower abdomen to reduce the swelling.  Chris thinks she should be much better and able to take class in several days. Her regular partner, Siegfried, should be better and back in class then as well.   

Dangerous shoes: Désiré was wearing her regular Freed Classic pointes the ones she trains and performs in with the Forteflex shanks. Freeds are excellent performance shoes; I wear them myself for class, rehearsals and performances.  But Freed pointes weren’t designed to take the wearer’s weight on her heels and the shanks break which often happens during ballet-sex in pointes made with traditional materials like Hessian, cardboard, satin, leather and paste. When the wearer is approaching orgasm and is unable to keep her weight over the blocks of her pointes made of traditional materials it is almost a certainty that she will crush one or both shanks. I had asked if she had and Gaynor Minden pointes she could switch to for ballet-sex and of course she didn’t as she wasn’t expecting to be taking class and enjoying the benefits of having a live-in hunky male partner over the holidays. Gaynor Minden pointes weren’t designed with the rigors of ballet-sex in mind, but hard polymer shanked GM shoes are very forgiving of a dancer “sitting in her shoes” meaning putting weight on her heels which is very poor classical technique, but very common when the wearer is rubber-legged in the midst of orgasm while balanced on her toes.  

Stamina training and backup protection

A few pairs of dead shoes discarded by the corps

The Photo: Dead Freed and Bloch pointes discarded by the corps. Corps members go through four or five pairs a week. Sometimes more sometimes less depending on the ballets and roles danced.

Pilgrim’s Progress: Here I’m defining Nikolai as a ‘pilgrim’ since he whispers in my ear every time he fills me with his semen how he worships my vagina and the muscles that contract around his erection to milk him of powerful jets of molten pearl. In that sense as his ‘spiritual advisor’ I see him as every bit a sexual pilgrim who I am guiding on a ‘religious’ pilgrimage as intense with his psychological enthrallment and intimate physical interconnection with me as Marvin’s is. I’m pleased to say that Nikolai is very accomplished with needle and thread, a consequence of growing up with hand-me-down practice clothes he had to repair himself when he was a child in ballet school in Leningrad. So he has had no problem in sewing ribbons and elastic on his pointe shoes. He was also familiar with the need to keep his toenails short and I showed him how to economically and effectively use toe tape and toe pads. And he is an exemplary pointe student though he is working on his développés and endurance sur les pointes, but his leaps of course are exquisite!

Ballet-sex dangers, Corps dancer’s stamina: I’ve mentioned in an earlier post the trouble Nikolai got into by impregnating corps dancers, but that was the result of rare failures of the individual women’s IUDs. A much more likely problem is a dancer being injured during ballet-sex even though she is in great shape for dancing.  Returning readers will remember that my definition of ballet-sex is for the woman to be penetrated from behind then rising en pointe and remaining there for the entire time it takes for her partner to give her an orgasm and or to orgasm himself which can sometimes be as long as twenty minutes.  Problems can arise with ballet-sex for several reasons: 1) if the woman must stay continuously en pointe longer than her strength will allow causing her to fall off pointe or; 2) If she has a strong orgasm and doesn’t hold back a bit she could go jelly-boned and lose control of her legs and fall off pointe. 3) Unexpected thrust-drop which is where the male partner’s legs are longer than the woman’s so when he thrusts he lifts her off the floor and drops her back on her platforms when withdrawing which often causes badly bruised nails.  Closely trimmed hails and wearing Gaynor Minden pointes with the thick soft internal platform pads will help minimize the discomfort from thrust-drop.

Some of the more sexually adventuresome Corps girls have tried ballet-sex and found it exhausting and a bit scary so have come to me asking about private stamina training for being penetrated in that position. I suggest they wear Gaynor Minden pointes with sueded tips for their comfort, support and traction during ballet-sex as most of them perform professionally in bespoke Freed Classics. For training I tell them to use a large dildo with a remote controlled vibi and a large suction cup base and a portable barre as most of the fixed barres aren’t far enough from the mirrored walls to get between the mirror and the barre and be able to bend over and support herself on the barre. The height to fasten the dildo to a studio mirror is easily determined by inserting the dildo then doing a 90° forward bend while supporting herself on the barre and backing up to the mirror.  Then go sur les pointes making sure to retain the 90° forward bend and with one hand push the base on to the mirror to develop a good suction. Then step away from the mirror to get off the dildo and mark the spot on the mirror as the height at which the dildo should be suction cupped. Once the spot is unobtrusively marked on the mirror she can fasten the dildo when she wants go en pointe and back on to it then turn on the vibi and move back and forth up and down the shaft. Doing this several times a day and walking around home en pointe should build up stamina for ballet-sex in a few weeks.

Women’s clothing for ballet-sex: Of course the vulva has to be easily accessible. You can wear a thong and sports bra or a thong-back leotard or go commando. I don’t recommend commando because while training with a dildo or during an encounter with a lover secretions can flow profusely and drip on the floor where they can cause a slip especially while en pointe (which is why sueded tips are recommended) I think at least tights or a thong is needed to catch coital discharge while walking to the bathroom or dressing room to kegel out most of it. Since I’m lactating if I’m with a lover I’ll wear a front close sports top so I can breastfeed him as part of foreplay before he penetrates me, a thong or tights with a cotton gusset and old suede tipped Gaynors. I wear old Gaynors because they will probably get splattered with lube and genital secretions during the encounter.

Let Nikolai be Nikolai: I’ve decided not to attempt to suppress Nikolai’s libido, but let him be the awesome bull his ego and talent make him. I’m already guiding his choices toward a few of the stronger more talented sexually experienced company girls with powerful libidos. These are some of the ones who have a strong desire to see if they can satisfy him enough to take him away from me so in that sense I’m consorting with the enemy. However, I think my plan is clever as I’m turning my competition’s drive and lust to my personal advantage. I am supremely confident that Nokolai is deep enough in my thrall that daily dalliances will not affect his need to thrill me in any way he can. So I will have time to tutor him in the social graces and soften his interaction with women before I release him to select a mate for marriage and a family if he chooses. This arrangement will keep his needs slaked during the day while I’m teaching class and fitting diaphragms at Blackstone Clinic until I can have him to myself when we have both fulfilled our professional responsibilities.    

Caya as backup protection: The corps girls know I fit diaphragms at a private clinic and some of the more sexually active ones have come to me asking about using backup protection. All in the corps are supposedly using effective methods of birth control. However, the two pregnancies that Nikolai was involved with earlier this year have caused them to be extra cautious as often there is no work for a pregnant dancer – if she is pro-life - or there is a huge delay in the career of a rising star if she carries to term. So some of the most talented and attractive dancers, who are also some of the most sexually active, have asked me to fit them for a Caya contoured diaphragm as they are becoming popular as an effective backup method. I have fitted seven of then so far. One of the attractive features of a Caya, from a man’s perspective, is the very lightly textured (think matte) finish on the dome which partners find very pleasing to rub their glans against. In the UK a fitting is not required for a Caya as it is in the U.S. but if a woman buys one w/o a fitting she could find that her vagina is too small (60mm or less) or too large (85 mm or more) or her post-pubic vault is not deep enough to fully contain the relief arch on the anterior end and have wasted her money.

I think it is deliciously ironic that some of these Caya girls are the same ones I’m grooming as day-fucks for Nikolai and each thinks I don’t have a clue that she wants the Caya for backup protection while she works to seduce Nikolai for herself. That doesn’t bother me in the least as while they are young I am far more lovely as an adult beauty, sexually experienced and know tricks they have never imagined to bind a man emotionally to me. The thing I’m going to have to manage carefully is that they don’t turn on each other and cause social rifts the Corps.

Nikolai and pointe class

Lovely toasty warm legwarmers

The Photo: Legwarmers for cool studio warm up and staying warm between scenes and during rehearsals. Legwarmers are also coming back as fashion accessories this fall, though for ballet girls they never really went away.  

Popular pointe class: My daily company pointe class for the corps while not mandatory is highly recommended by the ballet masters. However, during the summer there is a lot of absenteeism as dancers take vacation before rehearsals for the fall season starting in late September.  Since I have become Nikolai’s coach and social minder he began coming to watch me teach the class. I suggested that while he was there if he was ever interested in taking pointe this would be a good time for him to give it a try. 

I was so pleased when he said yes and I wanted him to be fitted with Gaynor Minden shoes. However, he wanted to be fitted with stock Freed classics so he can have the full pointe wearer’s experience of breaking in new shoes. Our Freed rep had him come to her at their St Martin’s Lane shop and I went with him. He created something of a sensation as there are very few male ballet stars that are fitted with pointes and he signed autographs for some of the women shoppers. We found although he takes a wide box he takes only one size larger than I do. He bought six pairs along with ribbons and toe pads. I taught him how to break in his shoes and we both wore new Freeds in the evenings at home and in my studio in Eaton Square as he began getting his calf and pelvic muscles used to balancing en pointe. A week later he made his debut in Freeds as a new company member in my pointe class.

The word quickly spread that he was not only in my studio during class, but in pointe shoes and actively participating and the rush by corps members to return to class was amazing. Even some of the soloists began appearing in class and other soloists and a few principals appeared to stand quietly inside the door to watch Nikolai en pointe. The younger corps members are very anxious to be in the same room with Nikolai even though they know he is deeply in my thrall and the older ones are plotting how to take him away from me.

Now that he is taking pointe the women all appear in makeup with hair beautifully fastened in neat tight buns. Their tights are new and sheer rather than the old tired washed out ones typically worn for class and the leotards are new with a French-leg if not thong-back and extremely form fitting some even going so far as to bring cashmere shrugs or pashminas and their best legwarmers to wear before and after class and during breaks. All of the women including me want to look our best when Nikolai is around so that we might bask and blush in the warmth of his gaze. Too, the effort expended by the individual students has increased noticeably so the energy and concentration in the studio has risen considerably since no one wants to be seen marking a combination however complex when Nikolai might notice.

I had Nikolai move in with me at Eaton Square the day Marvin left for Cambridge as it is far easier to mentor him when he is close at hand and even necessary when I’m working with him to increase his stamina in the bedroom. Too, he is so taken by the vast choices and quantities of items for sale in London that he sometimes loses track of time and had frequently been late for class or rehearsals until he moved in with me and we ride together to work and shop together as well.

Party animal: For the first few months he was in the UK Nikolai was invited to and attended a party almost every night and his performances began to plateau rather increase in brilliance as had been expected. Now that he knows he is going to have his brains fucked out almost every evening his consumption of alcohol has decreased markedly, possibly because he knows he can’t perform well or even satisfactorily with me in bed if he isn’t sober and he desperately wants to cum deep inside me as often as he can. He frequently whispers in my ear when he is driving his powerful thrusts into me as deep as he can get that he would love it if I became pregnant by him. So in reducing his drinking to a socially sustainable level and getting him to his commitments on time I have begun to get his behavior turned around. I’m hoping that once he establishes a routine of proper professional behavior he will be able to stick to it when my time mentoring him is over.

Irene Adleresque: I seem to have gotten something of a reputation as being a dominant courtesan of the Irene Adler, Lola Montez, Lillie Langtry sort who is the companion of wealthy aristocrats. I suppose this came about from my close relationships with His Grace the Duke of M**** and Alexei, the Russian oligarch who is my neighbor in Eaton Square, but I have been living permanently in the UK for less than eight months. Although I have been active for the last few years as a visitor to the UK with the general population and some of the aristocracy while celebrating the four seasons, the primary celestial events first worshiped in this country in the old ways by the Druids. So perhaps my work on behalf of Aphrodite and certainly jealousy triggered the gossip. I think being compared to Irene Adler is a reputation I don’t deserve (though I am a Dominatrix) since I’m not in bed with Royalty, at least not yet. But I have had a lovely conversation with one of the princes during which we agreed on a great many things.

Since I inherited an ancient title some aristocrats hate that I’m an American, even though both my parents were of Welsh stock and I’m a British citizen, but the generation of my age and younger seem be welcoming enough, especially the men as tales of my pelvic skills and sexual conquests were the first to leak into the tabloid press though they had almost all the facts wrong. But they did spell my name and title correctly and I do love the publicity. It has drawn women to my businesses hoping that some of my knowing what men really want from a woman and how to survive giving it to them will be imparted to them as my clients.

Nikolai is not wealthy, but for now he doesn’t need to be. With his gorgeous powerful young body, gazelle like jumps, stunning stage presence and an awesome reputation in bed he has the ability to steal women’s hearts with a single glance and doesn’t miss an opportunity to do just that. He makes a marvelous escort while clubbing or dinner companion at formal parties. But for me his expert stud service in my bed is one of his best qualities.

Clever Cunts

A Costume Club encounter salle

The photo: An encounter salle in the exclusive Costume Club off Holland Park Road.  The bed faces a full length mirrored wall and barre. It is one of the club’s luxurious tryst locations for a member with a female companion to enjoy himself. The massive BDSM apparatus armoire is against the wall on the right.

The Costume Club: The Costume Club, known to it’s aficionados as Clever Cunts, is located in a large secluded Victorian mansion owned by the Barony off Holland Park Road W8 in London. The membership is by invitation only and all male. Members can bring a female guest to display, play with and possibly share with other members or enjoy themselves with a club Hostess from the large selection available each evening.  

The club specializes in unprotected sex for male members all of whom are required to have recently passed full STI panels (as are their guests) and we cater to a great many fetishes that deal with the female body, especially the reproductive tract and breasts and costumes and devices worn for their protection or to display and enhance them for the male gaze. All our hostesses have frameless, stringless copper GyneFix IUDs implanted so they can provide a client with a full range of menstrual cycle experiences from cunilingus while menstrual, drinking her flow from a menstrual cup or diaphragm and intercourse during menstruation to her fertile window where a client can lick the fertile cervical mucus out of her diaphragm insert the diaphragm in her mouth as a gag and insert himself to ejaculate into her ripe and unprotected cervix where his sperm can swim into her uterus. The copper ions from the slowly dissolving copper beads of her IUD immobilize the client’s sperm before it reached her tubes so the Hostess is usually quite safe from pregnancy.

Given a days notice Member Services can accommodate even the most obscure and taboo fantasies. Our members choosing a Hostess have a wide choice of ages, sizes and ethnic backgrounds and of costumes for her to wear from a vanilla thong bikini to latex, leather, fishnet or micro-mesh catsuits in various colors. Other popular fetish attire with which he can help her dress in for sex are; a drysuit, wetsuit, Nun’s habit or schoolgirl skirt, blouse and knee socks to name a few. There are premium services for an additional charge such as a hostess wearing a leather catsuit for a menstrual sex encounter as cleaning an Italian glove leather catsuit of menstrual blood w/o ruining it is quite expensive. And a member has a choice of which cervical barrier his hostess will wear if he is into thrusting into and splattering his seed against a protective contraceptive barrier.

 Condom fantasies: One of the favorite new member initiation tricks at Clever Cunts is for a fertile hostess to surreptitiously bite through the reservoir tip of a married (almost all of them are) client’s condom while giving him foreplay to get his pre-cum flowing and then mask the sabotage while she helps him insert himself. This allows him to spew through the ruined tip and splatter his semen into his partner’s fertile cervical mucus. Only after withdrawal will she ‘discover’ and show him the ruined tip. 

She reminds him she’s fertile, which he knew all already, and the client almost always becomes frantic as men who can afford membership in this club almost always have young families as well as money which is why he wore a condom to prevent any possibility of unintentional impregnation during ‘relaxation therapy’.  He wants her to take EllaOne, the morning-after pill, and if she conceives he will pay for an abortion as he can’t let his wife find out. Of course the Hostess is safe because she has a frameless, stringless copper bead GyneFix IUD implanted, but the client doesn’t know that and he is kept in a state of  high anxiety for the next few weeks which keeps him coming back for further trysts with the same Hostess until she gets her period. At that point he is so grateful he won’t have to pay for an abortion or worse that she would want to keep the baby that he gives her a nice bonus for his time in her saddle. Often after that sort of emotional rollercoaster initiation the new member has become emotionally bonded to ‘his’ Hostess who he thought he had impregnated and she has gained a regular and grateful client.

 Toe sucking: Toe sucking of a professional ballerina’s feet is an acquired taste. That’s because a ballerina’s feet can be covered with calluses, blisters and the blackened nails of bruised toes. But Hostesses at Clever Cunts are strong enough and young enough that pointe hasn’t ruined the beauty of their feet; or (as in my case) enough money has been spent on the wearer’s feet that they look as young as the flawless twenty-something look of her complexion. It can be a huge thrill for a man who is erotically involved with a woman’s feet to watch his partner put on her pointes and warm up for twenty minutes to get the shoes dampened with her sweat. Only then will he untie the ribbons of his partner’s Freed Classic pointes pull them off slowly one at a time and sniff the bouquet of estrogenic sweat dampened fabric, leather and melted paste.

For experienced toe-men the second shoe is not removed until he has finished with the toes on her first foot. That way the second shoe and foot stay warm and damp until he is ready to savor the scent of the warm shoe and taste the toes on the second foot. We have our hostesses default pointes as Freeds (unless a member specifies a different maker and style in advance) since the English paste moistened with estrogenic sweat provides the most intense redolent bouquet. Having removed the primary symbol of a ballerina’s power her lover feels in control as she is more vulnerable to his advances than if she could shatter his pelvis or jaw with the platform of a pointe should she unexpectedly change her mind, which occasionally happens, but not with Hostesses at Clever Cunts.

The ballet intensive and pregnancy: Some of the students at the ballet intensive that began on Monday June 29^th are using weight loss pills or herbal tea to increase their metabolism to shed pounds, which can create a problem for women on hormonal birth control because it flushes the hormones out of their bodies too quickly making their protection much less effective. All the women tested negative for pregnancy when tested shortly after they arrived. This week two tested positive for Human chorionic gonadotropin (hCG) the pregnancy hormone which means their contraceptive method was compromised before they came to London for the ballet intensive. They both want to remain in class and the administrator agreed as long as they aren’t nauseous and have the stamina to keep up. Newly pregnant as they are they could have a vacuum aspiration or take Mifeprex (Mifepristone and misoprostol). If I was advising them I’d suggest they have a vacuum aspiration and get it over with quickly w/o the three day regimen of bleeding, cramping and expulsion associated with a medical termination. If they last the full time in the course and since the last day is tomorrow so they should I think both will have a vacuum aspiration before returning home. Neither student wanted to lose several days from the course while recovering from the termination while they were competing with the other students for plumb roles in the final program.

Students in traditional pointes: The two students wearing pointes made of traditional materials (Capezio 191 Aerials) for the intensive seem to have made it through successfully, but with much more discomfort that the rest of the students who are wearing Gaynor Minden shoes. Our on-site podiatrist got them through with taping, pads and pain killers. And so they along with the rest of the class are looking forward to the class recital tomorrow.  

 

2014 Ballet Summer Intensive and 4th of July party

Student’s dead pointes from our ballet summer intensive

The Photo: Some of the summer intensive student’s dead shoes (mostly Freeds) and they aren’t even through the second week.

Adolph’s 4^th of July party: My wards and I and our partners as well as the fifteen SI students all were invited to Adolph’s place in the hills to celebrate the fourth. For one of Adolph’s parties it was pretty tame with no guest or staff disappearances, that I’m aware of. There was only one requirement; that every guest as well as his staff have a clean recent full STI panel. I think that was from a concern on his part that because some of his guests lead very risky lives he didn’t want carelessness on their part to spill over and harm the many students who were at the party. A concern that was quite out of character for him given the callous way some of his dive students have been treated in the recent past.

For drama, there was only one incident each of spontaneous abortion, uterine flooding and a near drowning all of which occurred in the deep water training facility while a divemaster was present. No one knew one of Adolph’s student Submissives was pregnant until she miscarried at a depth of 100 ft as Adolph was taking her in missionary while she was tethered to the safety net with an ankle leash. She has been in residence as a dive student for eight weeks and she had tested negative for pregnancy at our clinic when she arrived and was fitted for a 65mm Reflexions to wear as flood insurance during dive-sex, so the baby was Adolph’s. She is supposed to have been on the pill and perhaps she was, but some girls don’t take their pill as regularly as they should.

The uterine flooding was because another of Adolph’s students, a petite girl of 18, neglected to insert her Reflexions prior to entering the water for dive-sex and Castor, one of the Gemini, who with his brother Pollux are extremely well endowed forced water into her uterus while satisfying her desire to be taken by a heavy hitter, other than Adolph. Chris, our male Gyn put her on a ten day course of an antibiotic to minimize the likelihood of bacteria in the water giving her PID.

On the 4^th my wards and I were all CD7, but as returning readers know they all have stringless GyneFix copper IUDs implanted so they were free to have sex with as many of Adolph’s guests they hadn’t met before w/o any concern about STIs. It was only me who needed cervical protection for contraception as the following day I would become fertile and on edge days like that a girl using a barrier for birth control can never be too careful.

Incest by proxy: Bea, my 17 y/o, ward had fun with a handsome forty-something German chemist who said she reminded him of his daughter who is about Bea’s age. She told me later when we were both in the ladies Kegeling out recent partner’s semen that when they were alone on a bedroom balcony overlooking the city lights after briefly fondling her clit he entered her from behind while she was on her toes in second position bent over the railing watching the fireworks. The other guests were watching from the roof terrace. She said when he came in her he called his daughter’s name several times, but didn’t seem to realize what he’d said as he continued thrusting into her until he went limp. That encounter went so well that later he asked for seconds and then took time to provide her pleasure giving her several G-spot orgasm which had her moaning, mewing, quivering and so rubber-legged she thought she would fall off pointe while she was in orgasm and squeezing the hot cream out of him with her contractions. And during that encounter he again called her by his daughters name.

Pointe shoe fetishists: Adolph had told me his European guests were all pointe shoe fetishists. That is usually a relatively benign fetish as fetishes go, but some men can take it to extremes tying a partner up with the ribbons from her pointes before having sex with her or in one case hanging a girl with the ribbons from three pairs of her pointes w/o removing the ribbons from the shoes.

So he wanted the BSI students and my wards and me in pointes for his party. I’m comfortable in pointes almost anywhere and my wards are becoming accustomed to wearing pointes for all occasions, but the BSI girls needed some convincing. At my suggestion they all wore pairs of their scholarship provided Gaynors as they were the most comfortable and were instructed not to use liniment or alcohol on their feet while preparing for the party as there would undoubtedly be a lot of toe sucking going on. Afterward several of the students thanked me for suggesting Gaynors as their European partners expected ballet-sex (sur les pointes a la seconde) where our pelvic muscles are clenched and with the thrust drop padding I recommended they were relatively comfy being dropped en pointe when a tall partner withdrew on the out-stroke.

Student potential and menstrual status: Selection criteria for BSI students in addition to having Balanchine bodies, considerable talent and ability for classical ballet, a very strong sex drive and an adventurous nature bordering on recklessness included what each candidate wanted to do professionally. None wanted to be professional dancers. They all see ballet as marvelous exercise and stress reducing activity and as a means to keep their lovely bodies in shape and attract men. We see the students potential to be doctors, lawyers, mistresses and wives of influential men and rising to be influential in their own professions where they can be helpful to the interests we represent. Each of the students is a long term investment in her own right as she rises through her chosen field.

Being introduced to Adolph’s European friends at the sort of parties Adolph hosts gives the girls access to powerful men who can help them in their careers in the business world. And the men are delighted since from their perspective the BSI students are almost virginal since they lack the depth of sexual experience of their male partners. I heard one say it was better than fucking his way through the corps of a major European ballet company because the party girls were fresh and relatively innocent and could be molded to meet his needs as an American mistress.

We are into the second week of the BSI now and all the girls have taken their weekly pregnancy tests and none were positive for hCG. It would be too soon to expect a pregnancy from an encounter while a student here to show up, but if someone had been careless or had an accident the week before arriving here it should show up about now. Many of the girls are on extended cycle pills (Seasonale or Seasonique) or started another pack of 21/7 or 24/4 regimen pills w/o taking the placebos to prevent having a pill period during their time at BSI so they would have no way of knowing by the absence of bleeding if they had conceived.  Our phys. Therapist is busy giving massages and treating over worked ankles and knees before they become troublesome injuries since we have a lot invested in the long term health and wellbeing of each of these students.  And the girls and their partners have settled in to mutually satisfactorily short term relationships. Both the male partners and the students are trying to enjoy each other’s bodies as much as possible for the several weeks they are together realizing they will be going their separate ways once the course ends.

Security: All the public rooms, terraces, balconies, encounter sallies, ladies restrooms, bedrooms and the deep water training pool area are covered by HD security cameras that recorded every one of the sexual encounters with faces plainly visible. In case, at some later date we need to influence one or both participants of a particular intimate encounter to do the right thing. Adolph was very pleased how well the party went and how easily the BSI girls and his European guests got along.

Pointe shoes: Behind the scenes at NYCB, Happy New Year!

Well and lovingly used Grishko shoes

A wonderful New York Times blog post. This is an excellent article with lovely photos. A great way to end my 2013 Blog year.  To read the article click HERE.

Wishing all my friends and readers the  

Happiest of New Years!

 

Toe pads and their uses

Some of the toe pads I wear with pointe shoes and ballet boots.

The photo: Shows a selection of my toe pads: gel Bloch and Bunheads (Ouch Pouch), wool and the blue Eurotard elastic polymer. The Eurotard pads tear easily and are very hot. I prefer the Ouch Pouch which I change when I change pointes if I’m wearing Gaynor Mindens because the polymer blocks make the feet sweat so much more than the paste and hessian blocks of my performance shoes, Freed Classics.

Toe pads uses other than for toe protection:  

Souvenirs/favors: Toe pads make great souvenirs for giving by dancers in strip shows where the dancers have multiple shoe changes especially where they are using crossed elastics and not ribbons for speed changes in contemporary ballets. Tossing soggy toe pads one at a time into the audience can cause a riot with guys fighting one another for the talisman of a favorite stripper. Toe pads are a lot cheaper than giving away a pair of pointe shoes regardless of how dead they are as the shoes can always be worn for class and rehearsals. And the lucky guys can slip the pads in their pockets to fondle or suck on at their leisure rather than getting strange looks while carrying a pointe shoe around in the casino.  Commercial priced Bunheads are about $20 USD per pair and Eurotard is about $17 USD per pair. However, buying Ouch Pouch pads in bulk we get a deep discount.

Ejaculation cups: The Eurotard and similar pads of elastic polymer can be used when a dancer or her Dom wants her in pointes with her toes submerged in his semen. For this use they work better in ballet boots since as long as the wearer’s boots are vertical with the platforms pointing down the semen won’t spill as it does when worn in pointe shoes and the wearer isn’t on her toes.

The down side of this for the inseminated pads wearing dancer is that her pads are already soaked with fluid so prolonged wear can soften the calluses of a professional dancer which can be a problem if they soften to the point that they begin to slough off and leave her w/o sufficient callus build up for a busy performance schedule w/o taping her toes. It’s usually not worth the trouble for a professional to let a lover inseminate her toe pads before a performance even if there will be a quick shoe change and dry pads after a few minutes on her toes.

Doms into gags: Doms can use a Sub’s sweaty pads as a gag using her alignment belt or TheraBand tied around her head and open mouth to hold the pads in place while he fucks her brains out.

Submissives into toe cheese: A Submissive man into women’s scent and secretions can suck the sweat and her unique brand of toe cheese (dead skin cells, nail polish chips, toe-tape adhesive residue and tights lint occasionally fortified by puss or blood from a blister or spiced by the tang of liniment) out of a pair of freshly worn pads especially if his mistress was wearing Gaynors so her pads are very soggy with estrogenic sweat.

TheraBands: One of a dancer’s rarely mentioned exercise tools is the TheraBand. It’s a 4 inch wide latex strip, a resistive exercise band that comes in 8 color coded resistance levels. I always have a green or blue TheraBand in my dance bag so I can do ankle exercises while I’m sitting on the floor waiting my turn to rehearse or on a plane flying somewhere. We generally cut our Thera-bands in 9 foot lengths.  

Spring Mountains snow: As this was being written (on 11-23-2013, Saturday afternoon) it was snowing in the higher elevations of the Spring Mountains while it was in the low 40s and raining here in town. In the 40s is good weather to wear latex and leather as the clubs can drop their temps w/o using a/c by decreasing heating and just piping in outside air. Since they were calling for temps in the low 50s and rain the next day too we could have had significant accumulation in the mountains. Fortunately the snow line was well above my home, but there was sleet at home and tricky getting home from work. My Subaru Forrester with AWD is good on the roads but ice is scary. It’s all gone now except for snow an area of the peaks north of Mt. Charleston.

Autumnal Equinox performance challenges at location Z

Loch Broom; in Scottish Gaelic, Loch Bhraoin, meaning loch of rain showers.

The Photo: The entrance to Loch Broom on a clear day with the mountains in the background where location Z is located.

The weather at Location Z: On the west coast of Scotland a great deal of rainfall occurs, because of the weather coming off the Atlantic. It averages for the year a bit more than 50 inches at Loch Broom, autumn and winter being the wettest seasons. On the east coast the annual rainfall is only about half as much. The average daily maximum temperature for the year is a bit more than 46 °F. Temperatures for January and July are 38 °F and 57 °F respectively so it’s not often even warm in high summer. 

No historical weather data have been compiled for the mountain top on which Loc. Z is located, but Jack says in the year that he’s been working there the site averages 10 to 15 degrees Fahrenheit cooler than Ullapool. Precipitation has been harder to measure since the site is often in the clouds when at sea level it’s dry. And there is almost always a strong wind across the site, making one wonder why the ancients built it there. Perhaps they eventually wondered too and abandoned it for one on a plain with an unobstructed view and better weather. Or perhaps it was originally to worship a Rain Goddess.

The loch of showers: That’s a very appropriate name and one I think fits it better than the alternative suggestion that it was named for the gorse that is so prevalent in the area.  It turned out that there had been torrential rains during the night so when we arrived (in the rain and in mule drawn carriages) at the women’s tent on site we found the forest fall that had been spread around the altars had all been washed away as well as the remaining topsoil around the altars in which the gorse had been growing revealing stone paving dressed and fitted to form flights of low steps to reach the altars and gutters to channel the runoff away from the ceremonial area. It was a good bit more clearing than Jack had done and the stone paving and gutter system tied the entire site together as a single entity that it lacked before.

Once on site the rain did not let up though its presence probably prevented the temperature from falling much further into the 40s. However, the wind chill from the 30 mph with gusts to 40 made it seem as though it was near freezing and I thought hypothermia might be a real possibility. The wind that moaned and howled through holes in the vertical stones seemed to come from every direction and was almost terrifying. It was not good weather to be celebrating on site, but I viewed it as a test of our dedication to the old ways and His Grace agreed with me.

Cycles and servants: As far as our cycles were concerned I was CD3 and bleeding heavily on Sunday (9/22) which is normal for me. The Swan Twins were fertile and wet with FCM, the first time since coming off Beyaz and Bea and Cyndi are luteal. So the tale about women bleeding while around the altars of the site regardless of where they are in their cycles doesn’t seem to apply to concelebrating women. No other local women came up to the altar level, but I had brought along my dresser who came over with us and who has had her tubes tied. She was only two days past her fertile interval and she began to bleed heavily. I had warned her about that possibility and she had brought along her Diva cup so she was prepared, but it does appear that there may be truth in the story that women not participating directly in the religious ceremony will bleed if they are near the altars.

Altar assistance (a function that Jack kept running smoothly) was carried out by the ten young male concelebrants who weren’t otherwise engaged on the altars with their female partners having their turn at the ritual of planting autumn seed. The assistance the men provided was to initially help the women mount their altars and later help the male who had just been drained of his vital fluids off his partner and the altar and back to the men’s tent to rest and rehydrate since at the end of their encounter most of them couldn’t stand by themselves.

.Males and Gales: I was concerned that weather conditions (especially the temperature) would prevent the men from maintaining erections. However, His Grace had already minimized that possibility by ordering that our partners be fortified for the challenge with the performance enhancer Cialis in addition to Gorse brandy. Jack commanded the men’s tent and oversaw their donning robes of red deer skins and administered the Gorse brandy.

His Grace commanded the women’s tent and was fascinated to watch my dresser robe the women (we were all nude under our Red Deer robes) and us putting on Freed Classic pointe shoes, dyed to match our robes. He had insisted that we all bring and wear pointes while on the altars, but ones made with traditional materials, even though there was no equivalent footwear in ancient times. I thought they would be ruined for sure as in the rain the blocks would quickly melt, but as fate would have it our Freeds survived almost unharmed. Shortly before leaving our tent for the altars we all applied 10 ml of DiveGel+ from prefilled disposable vaginal applicators and His Grace served us our portions of Gorse Brandy. Then at 6:50 AM we left our tent to mount the altars for sunrise at 7:06 AM.  

At that moment the wind picked up noticeably and the howling from the wind through stone holes increased considerably in volume. The rain stopped and the clouds lifted just off the site and raced overhead. It was like walking into the wind from an industrial fan to get to the altars.  By the time we staggered the twenty yards to the altar site the wind had blown them dry. I was afraid for Odile that she would be blown off the north altar and over the cliff, but the altar is positioned so that it is protected from the wind except from the north which if she was blown off by a north wind it would toss her against the north end of the primary altar so from that perspective (in theory) she was relatively safe and she fearlessly mounted and lay waiting for her first man.

Once all the women were on our altars the wind almost stopped and the holey stone moans stopped entirely.  It was eerily quiet.  While the rain and wind had stopped there was no break in the cloud cover and no sunrise to be seen as we kept on schedule and (according to Jack who was acting as master of ceremonies) the first male penetration on all five altars occurred exactly at sunrise, 7:06 AM.

Donald: My first partner was Donald a strapping lad of 13 who was amazingly well endowed for someone his age. He was such a sweet boy, who had learned about sex from his older brother and an obliging ewe. By all accounts I was his first penile/vaginal sex with a woman. He had never seen hairless pubes on an adult woman and so was fascinated by the sight of my waxed vulva. At first he thought from my size, my face in deep shadow and being hairless I was younger than he was and wouldn’t mount me, which I first thought endearing until I realized his balking might throw the ceremony off schedule. So I spoke to him in my most dominating tone of voice and he quickly mounted me and properly positioned we waited for 7:06 AM.

He had older and younger sisters and knew what a very young girl looks like as well as having seen his older sister’s bikini trimmed bush. I told him I was menstrual and he said he’d taken bleeding ewes so blood was no problem if I felt OK and asked if I wanted him to use a condom. He said his sister didn’t want to be around her boyfriend when she was bleeding. I said it was important for this ceremony that he not use a condom as the purpose was to have him plant his seed as deep in me as he could. He was so pleased as he like most men hates condoms.

He lacked technique, but made up for it in energy, short recycle time and enthusiasm so that he got off four times in twenty minutes, the last two times I ripple gripped him while I was breastfeeding him. Who knew that he was fond of breast milk! I asked where he developed the taste and he told me he had a nursing relationship with his grandmother who he is helping stay fresh as she works sometimes as a wet-nurse. What a darling boy! He had to be helped off me the last time and was smiling as two of his friends helped him stagger away. 

Afterward: It took us about two and a half hours to finish our work on the altars after which the Red Deer rug I was lying on was sodden with my menstrual flow, arousal lube, DiveGel and my partner’s semen. All my encounters, the three initiates as well as Jack and His Grace, and the other altar girls altar encounters went w/o incident and the clouds scudded just a few feet above the site with no sign of the sun. The altar rugs with the celebrant’s fluids were collected and taken back to the lodge to be ritually burnt as would the Freed pointes we had worn while on the altars.

Then as we were in the carriages returning to the hunting lodge the rain and wind came again. By early afternoon we were back at the lodge and the sun was out briefly. We all had naps after long hot soaking baths. Before dinner we participated in the burning of the altar rugs and shoes throwing the Freeds we had worn and the deerskin rugs we had lain on onto a bonfire in propitiation for any offenses against the Goddesses we may have been guilty of, such as wearing pointes on the altars which I was very skeptical about. His Grace’s staff sets a marvelous table and we all sat down to a delicious evening celebratory meal of rack of lamb with the newly initiated boys before they were taken home to their families.

Given the girls fatigue from cold and exertion and because getting a helicopter in with the gale force winds would have been difficult we decided to stay over another day and leave for home on Tuesday the 24^th. It’s now 6:30 AM here and the helicopter is coming for us at about 7:30 AM. So after I post this I’m going down to breakfast. If His Grace wants to celebrate the Winter Solstice at location Z we may have to do it in parkas and snowshoes.