The 2015 Summer Solstice

Ullapool and Loch Broom looking North West.

The photo: A clear Summer day on Loch Broom with the village of Ullapool in the foreground. The mountains in the background to the west face the Minch and the Isle of Lewis, They are first to get a lot of the moisture coming off the water in the form of rain or snow and contain Location Z.

Contraception and performance meds for the Solstice:  All my wards have had frameless copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted so I’m the only one using a cervical barrier, a transparent silicone Oves cervical cap for other than dive-sex. While my wards are no longer in menstrual synchrony with me all of us are somewhere in our luteal interval so theoretically even with no effective method of birth control we should all be safe from becoming pregnant from our altar inseminations. Even so, it’s not a good idea for a woman to go unprotected during an encounter with a potent and unprotected man, which is why I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix. The ‘Altar Boys’ took a performance enhancing medication, Viagra or Cialis, as a precaution since performance anxiety and the cold can occasionally cause even the most amorous man’s penis to wilt. 

The Summer Solstice: We had convoyed up from His Grace’s hunting lodge to the staging area where the mess tent and dressing area are located arriving at midnight. Before dressing my wards and I as priestess of Aphrodite anointed our underarms, the inside of our thighs, behind our ears and the pulse points of our wrists with a spicy unguent the scent from which is designed to dramatically increase a man’s desire. Then we all met in the dining area where along with the men who would be our partners we consumed a full English breakfast during which they could smell the fragrant oil with which we had been anointed. After breakfast the women moved to the robing area to be helped into our full-length hooded shearling robes. I had again obtained a dispensation from the Goddess that permitted our wearing Gaynor pointes during our time on the altars while our partner’s inseminated us.  

As planned Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile took their respective places on the subtending altars at the celestial temple at Location Z along with me and our young male aristocrat partners to welcome the arrival of summer at sunrise a few minutes after 4:00 AM. At sunrise there was only a light breeze from the East and icily fog (the temperature was in the high 30s F) which made the sweet scent of the Gorse covering the area outside the ring of tone stones mixed with the earthy scent of burning peat just seem that much richer.

Returning readers will recall that at Location Z the North altar is close to the cliff edge due to the edge and the vertical tone stones there having long ago fallen into the valley hundreds of feet below, but Jack says the rock the altar and the remaining two fire pits are on is quite solid so while it looks dangerous if the wind isn’t blowing from the South the celebrant and her partner on the North altar should be quite safe. Willow always has first choice for these celebrations since she is the granddaughter of His Grace so has precedence and as usual chose to offer herself on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun. The other girls chose to celebrate on the altars they occupied for the Vernal Equinox; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one.

Odile is the risk taker and always wants the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away. The wind had been forecast to be from the west, but was from the East instead. Either way would have been ok (just so it wasn’t from the South) however the wind direction had been changing and I wasn’t going to lose a ward due to inattention to detail. So over her strenuous objections I had Odile and her solstice partner wear safety harnesses which was a first for our celebration at location Z.  Other than that there was no difference since being cold and rained on is what we have come to expect during the ritual planting of potent male seed.

The celebration ended as it always does with His Grace taking me after my younger aristocratic lover had inseminated me. I took him astride where I could give him pompoir w/o either of us working too hard. After I dismounted he helped me off the altar and escorted me back to the women’s dressing room tent where everyone else was waiting for us and I dried off and changed clothes. Then we all boarded the convoy of Land Rovers to return to the hunting lodge for the ceremonial burning of the celebrants fleece robes and the women’s pointe shoes before we all set out on the long drive back to Crag Abbey. We arrived in time for a delicious supper of roast salmon after the girls and I had wonderfully long hot soaks in tubs of scented water.

Marvin, Aphrodite and procreation: In his capacity as my psychoanalyst Marvin is helping me come to terms with the responsibility of being the Goddess Aphrodite’s Priestess charged with encouraging the consummation of physical love between men and women.  At first I felt overwhelmed by the responsibility, but he has been able to get me to relax and accept the role I have been given to train my wards and a few other close and physically gorgeous young women to encourage their friends to participate in sexual relations between consenting adults.  While our objective is primarily heterosexual couples in no way is that intended to slight Gay, Lesbian and Transgender couples who have their own vital and creative parts to play in society.

However, it is heterosexual couples on which the future of the human species depends so I have been tasked by the Goddess to stimulate the libidos of men and women with whom I come in contact with the aim of increasing the birth rate in stable relationships. Nothing in-your-face overt with lectures etc., just presenting young health men and women to each other in the most favorable settings for romance and procreation. Marvin thinks it is ironic that Aphrodite has tasked me with increasing procreation while I’m being so obsessive/compulsive about avoiding pregnancy myself by careful use of my favorite contraception method, which returning readers know is cervical barriers.

 

I’m often told during pillow talk how much a partner would like to find me pregnant from our encounter, which I think is probably a male potency fantasy as my married partners would almost certainly scramble to pay for the abortion. I see my effort to avoid pregnancy while being sexually active as a challenge to the men I’m intimate with increasing their interest in having unprotected sex with me which should carry over to their other sex partners.    

Equinox, eclipse and posterior fornix Pompoir

2015 vernal equinox solar eclipse in the UK

The Photo: Showing where the 2015 vernal equinox could be seen in the UK. The eclipse technically started at 07:41 UTC and ended at 11:50 UTC, but in the UK you were probably safe to get up and outside at about 8am being sure not to look directly at the sun. The eclipse peaked (at up to 90 per cent coverage in the UK) at around 9.30am and the sun was no longer masked much by the moon by 11am. At Location Z the sun was eclipsed 98%.

The Equinox and the eclipse: This vernal equinox celebration was very different primarily because of the eclipse. Given that sunrise was at 6:24 and the eclipse began at 7:41 we had an hour and 17 minutes to get the ceremony on the altars over with which was plenty of time. And physically the couples on the five altars performed well together and I finished up with the old bull himself taking me in missionary as the final act of penetrative sex on any of the altars which ended the official celebration.

The robing and consumption by all altar participants of several cups each of potent Gorse brandy and the consuming of Viagra by our inseminators so they would be far less likely to suffer from erectile dysfunction because of the cold began at 7:00 am.  While it was in the mid 40s F at sea level at Ullapool it was below freezing at location Z and the peat fire pits were just enough to melt the ice on the five altars so it could be swept away relatively easily. The Goddess allowed a footwear dispensation in that she permitted the demi- Goddesses and me to wear Gaynors so our pointes wouldn’t melt and fall apart during the icy rain. The area surrounding the altars had been reworked with several inches of gravel over drainage channels so that the rain immediately drained through and ran off rather than pooling as it had in the past, but still our pointes were soaked on the short walk to the alters.

Then ten minutes before sunrise the five concelebrating couples were all led to the altars where the demi-goddesses and their inseminators were positioned first then my partner and I were led by Jack to the main altar which had been freshly swept free of ice.

Pompoir, woman astride and Tiny Tim: I took my crofter inseminator inside me on the primary altar exactly at sunrise (6:24 GMT) both of us covered in our shearling robes. His nickname is “Tiny Tim” and he is massive; at least ten inches long and easily two inches in diameter.  I was the only one of the Priestesses who could take a man that large w/o running a substantial risk of being injured. A 19 y/o, he is just learning what he can do for a girl with the equipment he has at his disposal. 

I straddled him and while facing away and wearing for protection only a tiny transparent silicone Oves cap screwed down tight on my ripe cervix guided his glans between my labia and slowly lowered myself on to his length. I wore only the Oves though I was very fertile and ovulated that day and felt quite safe as an Oves has never displaced in the more than ten years I’ve been wearing them. 

I had rotated my Oves cap to position the removal loop in my anterior fornix since I knew because of his size I needed all the depth I could get which is why I took him astride and facing away so he would naturally position into my posterior fornix for maximum depth and didn’t want any interaction between the removal loop and his glans.

Taking him astride was a lovely haunting experience with the wind moaning through the tone-holes of the standing stones that encircle the holy site. Even though it was lightly sleeting and the clouds covered the site so the large peat fire pits around the five altars – eighteen pits in all as we lost two on the Northern altar when the edge fell in to the valley ages ago - burnt off just enough of the fog so I could see each of my four wards on the other altars who were all in missionary with their partner’s covering them so they looked like piles of wet shearling robes. 

At the completion of the ceremony Jack came to guide away the demi-goddesses who had lain covered by their partners while His Grace had his way with me. Marvin came to escort me and the sexually sated Duke of M**** back to the robing tents so we girls could warm up and insert menstrual cups to collect our partners semen when it liquefied - which typically occurs between thirty minutes and an hour after ejaculation - to be consumed at a ceremony later in the day.

Unintended consequences: The sad thing about us having sex with His Grace’s Crofters is that we may have ruined them as far as sex is concerned with any other women they may meet since our pelvic grip and the ability to milk a partner’s penis with our vaginal muscles far surpasses even the initial grip of a scared virgin. So in all probability the ritual sex as an offering to Aphrodite on the occasion of the vernal equinox is the best penile/vaginal intercourse the boys will ever experience and all their other women will be compared against the pelvic skills of the goddesses who took them. I think that may be unfair to the men in some way, but then life is often unfair. 

The eclipse: With the heavy cloud cover it took a while after the start, at 7:41 AM, for it to begin to darken again. At about that time the wind died down and the birds went silent as they do at night. We had decided to stay at the Holy Site to experience tes eclipse as it was thought more dangerous to try to go down the mountain in the dark than to ascend it. From about 8:00 AM to 11:00 AM we enjoyed a full English breakfast from His Grace’s kitchen staff who had accompanied us. Physically other than it getting pitch black again before the sun came out from behind the moon it was pretty boring for which I was grateful. At about eleven o’clock we loaded up as by then it was quite light again and got down the mountain and to the hunting lodge w/o incident. There we had the ritual burning of the ceremonial robes and the priestess’s sodden Gaynors from which the smell of burning polymer was horrible and we all stood up-wind to avoid breathing the fumes which in quantity can be toxic. We all had more Gorse brandy and this is where the priestesses emptied our menstrual cups with our coitial discharge into our equinox sex partner’s goblets of gorse brandy and they drank it down.

The Druids and the eclipse: His Grace checked with the leader of the local Druid community and they seemed to have gotten through the eclipse safely and the sky didn’t fall as some had predicted. The Druid priest attributed their safe deliverance to having held their own ceremony in propitiation for the local community’s sins. I was pleased that their leadership had chosen to hold a total community ceremony so that even the more troublesome radicals among them were kept busy involved in ritual sacrifices and weren’t out causing mischief in the countryside.

 

Pompoir, the Cleopatra grip and Mare’s Trick, Loc Z

Cleopatra beguiling a lover with her pelvic skills

 

The photo: Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra in the 1963 film with Richard Burton as Mark Antony and Rex Harrison as Julius Caesar. Taylor and Burton were one of the big Hollywood love stories at the time.

Bea as a courtesan: Bea is almost 18 and I was amazed at how mature and in control she has become since I last saw her two months ago. She has blossomed not only as a beauty, she is breathtakingly beautiful, but in confidence and her pelvic skills. Anya has been coaching her and she made a breakthrough to get past her giggly teen girl personality to a new mature but fun loving one that men just can’t get enough of. However, the area of her progress that pleases me the most is her mastert of the difficult to learn pelvic skills of a courtesan

Anya had her wearing her one inch solid surgical steel Ben Wa ball set  (each ball weighs 2.307 oz.) for a total of 4.614 oz. of steel, more than a quarter of a pound) which I call ‘McBalls’. The goal of training with this weight is to be able to hold a développé for at least 15 seconds en pointe with a set of McBalls inserted w/o dropping one or both. Without a pronounced post-pubic vault a woman stands very little chance of retaining 4 oz. of steel during a cough, sneeze or développé. Fortunately Bea has a lovely deep post-pubic vault.

Anya had her wear them to bed each night where before sleep she could work on learning to isolate the vaginal muscle groups so that she can move the balls up and down her vagina by squeezing her muscles in a certain order. It can take some time even for a determined woman to master isolating vaginal muscle groups and learning to control them, but once mastered that skill opens up an entirely different level of sex play with a man. She excelled in vaginal muscle mastery and her grip is strong enough that she can push the balls up her vagina until they hit her cervix while she is standing! She and I do five reps of that exercise every morning and again at night. And here is what she has learned to do with that vaginal grip while Anya has been working with her; Pompoir and the Mares Trick.

Pompoir: Also known as "playing the flute", and "the Singapore” or “Cleopatra grip”) is a sexual technique in which the woman uses her vaginal muscles to stimulate the man's penis. Both partners remain still, and the woman strokes the man's erection by rhythmic, rippling pulses of the pubococcygeus muscles, so this practice is best performed in a woman on top position. However, in my experience has been that if I’m penetrated while standing facing my partner the experience can be just as intense and leaves me in position to perform the Mares trick.

Performing Kegel or pelvic floor exercises can increase a woman's skill in pompoir by strengthening the relevant muscles, and allow her to identify, and isolate, individual muscles, to contract them in turn to provide the rippling sensation which is what I call “ripple gripping” a lover.

The Mare’s trick: The Mare’s trick is accomplished while remaining en pointe by just closing my legs and clenching my thighs a nd tightening my vaginal muscles to clamp him inside me so tightly that blood can not flow out of his penis so he remains hard during his refractory period. Using the Mares Trick – which works just as well if we are spooning on our sides so I can clamp my thighs together with him penetrating me from the rear – so that my lovers retain their erections while enjoying the relaxation of afterglow and when passed their refractory interval for orgasm they can have a second or third orgasm w/o losing their erection. 

Weather at location Z: Being on the west coast and subject to the moderating temperature of the North Atlantic there isn’t a lot of snow as there is in the central part of the highlands west of Aberdeen. However, the forecast is for rain and 15 mph winds from the West at sunrise which will occur at 6:24 GMT with temperatures in the mid 40s F. So it will be miserably wet and cold as usual. British Summer\ Time doesn’t start until Sunday March 29^th.

We almost certainly won’t get to see the eclipse directly because of the heavy cloud cover, but we will still know when it occurs as it will make Location Z seem like it’s midnight for a few minutes as the moon passes in front of the sun and with the wind moaning through the surrounding ring of tone-hole stones that will be a really creepy few minutes.  All the dry peat has been positioned for the massive braziers and Jack sais all the new shearling robes are ready so it’s just meeting our sperm donors and warming ourselves Friday morning with His Grace’s Gorse brandy. 

The Loc Z Altars and spirits of the sacrificed:  Returning readers will recall that the North altar is close to the cliff edge, but Jack says the rock it’s on is quite solid so while it looks dangerous if the wind isn’t blowing from the South the celebrant and her partner on the North altar should be quite safe and the wind is forecast to be from the west. Willow always has first choice for these celebration since she is the granddaughter of His Grace as she has precedence and chose to offer herself on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun. The other girls chose to celebrate on the altars they occupied for the Winter Solstice; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one. Odile is a risk taker and wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away and with the wind forecast from the west we will not insist she and her partner wear safety harnesses. However, if things change Odile and her inseminator will wear safety harnesses.

I was messaging with a great friend and he was asking about the history of Loc Z thinking it might have been initially established by the Romans. However, that’s not the case. Location Z was only repurposed by the Romans. In much earlier times Jack thinks it was built to offer sacrifices to Earth Gods to celebrate celestial events. Sacrifices included animals and some human enemies. I can feel the spirits of the humans who were slaughtered on the altar I'm on as a male is inseminating me while we are celebrating celestial events several thousand years after the first sacrifices were made. The spirits of the sacrificed humans, mostly male, seem much closer when His Grace is having his way with me as we conclude the fertility rites. Perhaps that’s because he is the ruling male in the area. It doesn’t bother me, but I know they are there.

 

 

 

Winter Solstice Dec 21, 2014

Ullapool and Loch Broom in the Winter

Our military hospitals tour was cancelled: It was a combination of new hospital administrators and heightened security that made it impossible to get my dancers in to perform for Christmas. Perhaps we can entertain again next year. However, with that off the schedule we were able to leave for Scotland earlier than planned which was good because with Crofter brides as offerings to Aphrodite we needed time to prepare them.

The flight McCarran to Inverness: We left on Wednesday the 16^th and topped off our tanks at Dulles prior to a nonstop flight to Inverness. It wasn’t the best day we could have picked as there was a major storm in the Highlands, but we managed to land and Jack, Chris and Marvin were there to meet us along with three other Range Rover SUVs to take us to Crag Abbey.

While Jack had Marvin’s and my luggage taken to our suite- Marvin and Chris were moving back from the hunting lodge above Ullapool -  my first stop was the temple of Aphrodite/Venus in the undercroft of the Abbey over which the Abbey was built beginning in the 13^th century. I brought an offering of pomegranates, her sacred fruit, and prayed that the couples Marvin and Chris had selected for the ritual planting of seed on the five altars at Location Z would result in pregnancies. I took Marvin with me to the temple since I felt he hadn’t believed me when I told him about the Altar and Holy spring and how a feeling of power and tranquility comes over me when I’m worshiping Aphrodite there.

Marvin is presented to Aphrodite: Actually Marvin was stunned. Not so much from the antiquity of the temple itself, but at the aura that surrounds me when I pray to Aphrodite and her spirit appears above the altar. He said later that her image was so bright that it was like looking at the sun and he had to turn his back. The Goddess was none too pleased that I had brought an unbeliever and a man at that to her temple, but I explained that he was my therapist and lover at which point she wanted me to convert him to the Old Ways.

Thoroughly mindfucked: I explained that he was more valuable unconverted, but securely in my thrall so he would do the Goddesses bidding while walking undetected among unbelievers. She seemed satisfied. However, she had the last word by appearing as a wraith and confiding that she wanted to experience sex with my mortal partner seduced him and for nearly 30 minutes she had him in a continually aroused state during which he had multiple orgasms; shuddering, gasping, moaning with his hips continually thrusting and sweat pouring off him as though he was in a sauna. His ejaculate passed through her form jetted several feet in the air in large creamy strings only to fall back splattering on his flat sweaty abs as she kept him in orgasm.

After she finished with him he was unconscious for at least 45 minutes. I feared for his health, but she assured me that he was uninjured and when he woke he would still have his usual sexual stamina and recall the encounter as sex with me as she didn’t want an unbeliever thinking he had hallucinated about having sex with a Goddess. I was pleased that she left him with that thought as it should make him far easier to manipulate.  I felt my time with the Goddess was very positively received by her, especially after she had her way with Marvin.  

Breeding diaphragms: Chris, our male Gyn, and I had decided to fit the brides, 17 and 18 y/o girls, with ‘breeding diaphragms’ to help increase the likelihood of pregnancies even though four of the five girls were to be fertile on the Solstice. Returning readers may recall that a breeding diaphragm is one two sizes smaller than the size she should wear for effective contraception. The smaller size allows her partner to under-thrust the rim and ejaculate in the dome so when not aroused and on her back the tip of her cervix will be submerged in a pool of her lover’s semen. Chris had fitted the brides for the correct size diaphragms so I brought a lot of 60 and 65mm sizes to use as breeders I also had time to give the husbands a trial run to show them how they should angle their thrusts in missionary to under-thrust a breeder with me wearing a 70mm Omniflex (coil spring rim) as a breeder. And given that I was CD9 and fertile on the Winter Solstice I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix underneath.

Sunrise on the Solstice: At Location Z sunrise on the Solstice was at 9:04 GMT so we were up at 5 AM for breakfast at His Grace’s hunting lodge then in a convoy traveled up to the robbing tents just outside the Holy site by 7:30 to dress in full length hooded shearling robes. Jack had the road plowed of snow which started above 600 M and he cleared the altars of snow with a flamethrower type device and the four huge stone fire pits for the peat fires around each altar were lit. The wind gusting from 15 to 20 mph howled through the tone-holes in the stone columns surrounding the altars location and the brides were very spooked before they were given goblets of Gorse brandy which settled their nerves. Then seven minutes before sunrise my wards and I walked the brides and their husbands to their respective altars. Their positions were chosen by drawing straws the longest getting the main Altar and the second longest the altar furthest east.

The ritual planting of seed: We had the brides lie down in their shearling robes and their husbands mount them so that at sunrise they were all penetrated and  perhaps it was the Cialis that all the husbands had taken, but there were no cases of erectile dysfunction though there may have been at least two cases of premature ejaculation, but after the breeder rim had been under-thrust so the speed wasn’t a problem. Actually none tarried and the brides were back in the robbing tent on their backs on cots with more Gorse brandy to sedate them in less than twenty minutes while my wards and I mounted the altars to give the husbands another shot at immortality and after that my being mounted by His Grace on the primary altar as the final act of intercourse of the eleven performed that morning.

It snowed the entire time and we never saw the sun. The blazing fire pits and the wind caused there to be this curious nearly dry almost warm bubble around the altars for the ninety minutes there was sexual activity on the altars. The Goddess was pleased. His Grace and I were very pleased as well with how flawlessly the ceremony had gone given the weather and new participants. Now if five pregnancies result it will be such a good sign as His Grace is trying to increase the family sizes of the Crofters on his estates.

Back at the hunting lodge: As a Christmas gift to the Crofter couples who participated in the Solstice seed planting His Grace has given them Christmas weekend at the hunting lodge with a set of servants to wait on them and they were so appreciative!

After the ritual burning of the ceremonial shearling robes and a hearty lunch His Grace, Jack, Marvin my wards and I returned to Crag Abbey overlooking Loch Ness. The cloud cover and snow have been so heavy that we haven’t seen the Loch in more than a day and I wondered if the Range Rovers were going to make it up the mountain but they did.

 

 

 

A disadvantage of an underwire bra, Prep for the Equinox

Staircase to the ballet studio in the Abbey tower

The Photo: The staircase to the fifth floor (tower) studio showing the clockwise spiral which in medieval times gave right handed defenders an advantage. His Grace’s grandfather had the tower built to medieval specifications to match the rest of the abbey. Fortunately he didn’t carry that to the extreme of having the stair risers hollowed out to simulate hundreds of years of foot traffic up that staircase. 

The underwire bra as an offensive weapon: During His Grace’s reconciliation party on the 19^th a visiting American journalist brought an escort from a London service along. She was a lovely blonds Aryan with high cheekbones killer legs and silicone enhanced breasts. They are too large for my taste, but it’s her rack and they are eye-catching. She had been a dancer with the Austrian State Ballet and was wearing pink satin Schachtner pointes at the party. She was obviously distressed to find I was wearing red satin Gaynors (red to signify I was menstrual) and in her opinion I seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time on my toes. She was fixated about that and I said I loved being en pointe and thought they showed my legs beautifully which was why I wore pointes at all on social occasions. She thought I was showing off and she was right as I’ve always been of the opinion that “if you’ve got it flaunt it”… tastefully of course. 

Anyway, she asked if my breasts were real and I told her they were and that I’m lactating which gives me the cleavage in 32B cups. Somehow she took offence seeming to think I was coming on to her client when I had only spoken to him in greeting, though he was enjoying the 30 y/o scotch and feeling no pain when he put his hands on me and fondled my breasts before I backed away. Not that I minded all that much as I needed to be milked and I was spotting ahead of my period arriving the next day and when menstrual I’m at the secondary peak in my libido.

I suppose she saw him pawing me and thought I’d initiated it. I tried to reason with her to no avail and so I led her into a quieter part of the Abbey where we could continue our discussion w/o creating a scene as it was getting louder by the minute.  Unfortunately there was no calming her down and she tried to kick me in my breasts with the platform of her pointe-shoe. Fortunately her aim was wide and missed me. She tried twice more and barely missed both times and each time she missed she just got madder. At that point I decided I’d had enough so when she lunged again I kicked and the platform of my right pointe caught the underwire of her left cup and the energy of her 120 lbs moving toward me and my 105 lbs, concentrated in the 4 square inches of the suede covered platform hit the underwire with 200+ pounds of force and broke two ribs and shoved the underwire up under her left breast like dull knife splitting open her implant incision and her implant slid out of her ruined breast under her bra and into her teddy where it lodged while she collapsed against a sofa then slid on to the floor where she bled profusely while screaming and writhing on an ancient Persian rug.

Chris was called to help stabilize her condition until an ambulance came up from Inverness. Her date said she had been acting erratically and apologized for her attacking me which we had on a HD security cam video so I was obviously acting in self-defense.

Training regimen: On Saturday the temperature at the Abbey, on a crag overlooking Loch Ness, was in the low 50s F which made it good weather for wearing latex catsuits. There is an elevator to the fifth floor ballet studio at the top of the tower of the ‘new’ addition His Grace’s grandfather built in the late 40s. The elevator was replaced several years ago when it became apparent that some of the family and their friends needed safe access to a convenient place to keep in shape while on vacation and the top floor was converted to a sprung floor, mirrored wall, ballet studio with bathroom and dressing area. The outer wall of the studio facing the Loch is glass from floor to ceiling giving a spectacular view of the Loch. Tanaquil has seen to getting us male ballet partners while we are here (more about that below) and they take class with us, while also providing a source of recreation and tension release.   

There is also access to the studio by a narrow stone staircase – shown in the photo accompanying this post - that we girls use to help warm our leg muscles along with stretching and it’s great sport to see who can run up or down the staircase fastest while en pointe. We all wear Gaynors with suede tips and the surface of the stone risers is still fresh and very slightly textured so there is little danger of any of us slipping. Though it does take some getting used even to even walk up the five flights of stairs on pointe, much less run. After class we all ice our feet and legs while sewing ribbons and elastics on pointes and gossiping then wear negative heel clogs for an hour to stretch our Achilles tendons.

The inseminators: Jack, His Grace’s son, Viscount Sandbach, is here of course as well as Chris our male Gyn who along with the Duke’s estate manager has been selecting virile male candidates for the ritual planting of winter seed in my and my demi-priestess’s vaginas at sunrise (7:07 AM BST) on Tuesday September 23^rd, the Autumnal Equinox. There will be ten of them; two each for the five of us and then the ritual inseminations will be completed by His Grace mounting me on the primary altar and giving thanks for the blessings the Goddess has bestowed on his family will get off inside me to complete the ceremony. At his age I’m going to suggest he take a performance enhancer an hour before he mounts me, just in case.

Sex as recreation: For male entertainment while we are here – other than on the morning of the Equinox - Tanaquil, a retired POB ballerina and courtesan who is Taryn’s Munich based Procuress, has sent over a small stable of stallions to share amongst all the girls including me and Fiona, whose lover couldn’t accompany her when she came to vote in the independence referendum. Alice, Duchess of M****, decided she would go to London for the Equinox and stay at the Savoy with a widowed German Count whom she met when he was vacationing on Virgin Gorda and who she is training to meet her sexual needs. I’m rather sorry she didn’t feel comfortable enough with him to bring him to the Abbey and introduce him to the family.

The Escorts Tanaquil sent came over on the Eurostar and arrived at Inverness on the train on the 18^th. They are staying in guest quarters at the Abbey.  They were selected carefully to ensure they all liked unprotected menstrual sex since my wards and I are bleeding for the next few days. All are from the Paris Opera Ballet and have up-to-date negative full STI panels so we can sample the delights of young virile men with boundless sexual stamina filling us with thick creamy semen with none of the worry about the possibility of STIs while we pass them around among us. Jack understands my needs both professionally and emotionally so he isn’t upset when I take the new men to see if they are suitable to provide the physical and emotional stimulation a good ballet trained male partner can provide during sexual intimacy. All of them have been through Tanaquil’s Escort course so provide amazing sex.

Location Z: Sunday we moved from the Abbey to His Grace’s hunting lodge in the hills below Location Z. I went with Jack up to the site, east of Ullapool, to see what improvements he has made since the Summer Solstice. The access road up the mountain has been widened and the drainage improved and the whole thing hidden except from the air. He has cleaned the massive braziers that heat the altar area and restocked a huge supply of peat blocks and incendiary powder to insure their burning completely and smokeless during the ceremony. He has also trimmed back the Gorse which threatens to overgrow the site between ceremonies. It’s flowering there now, though not as strongly as it was at the Winter Solstice, and its strong coconut scent is wonderful and pervades the entire site.

The current forecast for Ullapool: The forecast for sunrise (7:07 BST) when our celebration will begin is still for light clouds and a temp at sea level of 50° F which means probably 40° at the holy site. The humidity is very high, often 95% so fog and mist are quite common. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow as we are sleeping in the staging area below the summit tonight and will be getting up at 4:00 AM. If it doesn’t rain during the ceremony it will be the first time, though we have had brief instances when the rain stopped during our altar encounters.

Winter Solstice 2013

The Winter Solstice in the north

 

The photo: A picture I like depicting sunrise on the winter solstice. I like it because it looks like it is extremely cold, which is what we encountered at Location Z. Actually, the lunar phase on 20 December 2013 Friday is Waning Gibbous. The current moon phase is from Full: 2013-12-17 09:29 to Last Quarter: 2013-12-25 13:50. The moon is growing smaller (old moon) from a Full Moon on 2013-12-17. It was snowing heavily so we saw neither the sun nor the moon on the morning of December 21^st at Location Z.

The weather on the solstice: The area around Ullapool averages 21 days of precipitation in Decembers. Loch Broom isn’t called the Loch of showers for nothing! So it wasn’t surprising, regardless of how hard we prayed for dry weather, that it had snowed all night and was still snowing at sunrise when the ceremony was underway. The weather was miserable for outside activity with the temperature at 29° F with a 21 mph southeasterly wind across the solar observatory.

Snowbound again: The afternoon of the 20th Jack and I plowed the road up to Location Z. It had been raining at sea level and snowing up there all day with a brisk wind so the road was drifted closed, but not as badly as when we plowed it the first time. Then we went back down to pull enclosed and heated carts carrying the junior Goddesses, initiates and support workers up to the site. We spent the short (for us) night in sleeping bags on cots in heated tents listening to the wind howl around us. I don’t think any of us got much sleep.

Shearling capes, cowls and booties: Himself had decreed that his craftsmen would make warmer ceremonial robes for the Goddesses and initiates concelebrating the Winter Solstice at Location Z and his craftsmen performed beautifully making us all sets of ankle length capes and hoots with 2 inch thick wool on the insides. The Men’s capes were cut more generously so that when they mounted us on the altars their capes and cowls fit over ours forming a seal of sorts. So if anything I was too hot once a male initiate had mounted me and we were united with him thrusting lustily into my nether parts. The trick for me was to hold the one I’d just fucked senseless close until his replacement was ready to mount me.

At Himself’s insistence we wore new Freed pointes (just barely broken in) while on the altars walking from our dressing tent in waterproof shearling boots similar to ballet warm-up booties except heavier and waterproof and toasty warm!

Hoods from hares: The Mountain Hare (Lepus timidus) is Britain's only native member of the rabbit/hare group. The women of the village supporting His Grace’s hunting lodge had again made rabbit fur hoods with attached capes over the neck, throat and shoulders, for all the visiting altar girls, from the white winter coats of the Mountain Hare. They are beautifully made delightfully warm and were fitted individually over our hair after we arrived. They are ceremonial altar clothing for warmth and head protection while being repeatedly inseminated on behalf of the earth goddess at sunrise on celestially important occasions when ritual seed planting is called for.

Secondary altar precedence: With the four secondary altars available on the North, South, East and West of the principal altar all my girls were major participants. Returning readers will recall that the North altar is close to the cliff edge, but Jack says the rock it’s on is quite solid so while it looks dangerous if the wind isn’t blowing from the South the celebrant and her partner(s) on the North altar should be quite safe. Cyndi had the first choice during the Autumnal equinox as His Grace’s granddaughter. Willow is taking her place for this celebration and being another granddaughter of His Grace she has precedence and like Cyndi chose to offer herself on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun.

The other girls chose to celebrate on the altars they occupied in the fall; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one. However, the wind was stronger and from the south so she was in somewhat greater danger this time. Still, Odile is a risk taker and wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away, but we did insist she and her partners wear safety harnesses.

Beth bleeds: Beth, my PA/dresser, has a GyneFix implanted and was menstrual with the rest of us and her period ended a day or so ago. However, since she was working with Jack for this celebration guiding initiates to and from the altars she wore a Diva cup as women not participating as ritual sacrifices bleed when they are within the circle of stones comprising the observatory proper. She didn’t believe she would start bleeding again as her cycles are very regular, but she did which has probably reset her cycle by three days. We shall see. She was ok with 800 mg of Ibuprofen and the activity on the site took her mind off the return of her menses. She had worn her menstrual cup more to please me than because she thought she would need it. She is now a believer!

Celebrants prep: At 8:00 AM in the men’s tent His Grace and Jack began prepping the initiates giving them their Cialis and shots of Gorse brandy to build their confidence, assertiveness and to counteract the cold. Beth did the same for Bea, Willow, Odette, Odile and me in the ladies tent. Then 20 minutes before sunrise we all inserted a 10 ml disposable applicator of DiveGel+ to make certain that we would be well lubed and I had checked my Oves to make certain it was screwed down tight on my cervix as I was feeling as though I might be fertile, though it would be a day early and unusual, but then if that’s what the Goddess wanted then who am I to question her plan. After putting on our Freed Classics we stuffed our feet into the shearling boots. Then Beth helped us into our shearling robes. They were wonderfully warm, but quite heavy though we only had 20 yards to walk to the altar cluster.

The men: there were fifteen initiates, from the ages of 14 through 17, who supposedly had not had vaginal sex with a woman, though I’m sure working with His Graces flocks of black face sheep they have had penile vaginal sex with ewes. We Goddesses had three each and I had Himself and Jack as well. I wasn’t sure His Grace would feel strong enough and I was concerned that he might have a heart attack and die on top of me on the altar, but he did remarkably well. I was gentle with him and he gave me an orgasm before planting his seed in me.

The initiates had all been screened for STIs and problems that might cause them to falter while attempting to fuck the brains out of a Goddess.  Though we met them all the night before te only one I remember is Malcolm who is the brother of one of my favorites from last time, Donald. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help comparing the two as far as technique and stamina is concerned. I thought Malcolm was more confident and assertive and wanted to control the encounter as I think a man should. Try I mean. But in these ritual encounters I top from the bottom and he found he couldn’t control his ejaculations when I ripple gripped him. After the second time he just hung on while I moved my hips to position him to give me a G-spot orgasm and then got myself off while fucking his brains out. All through our encounter he stayed wonderfully hard so he was a delight to play with.

Ritual seed planting: A few minutes before sunrise as we were all on the altars with the first males of the ceremony the snow fall became much heavier so it was very difficult to see more than a few feet. Jack helped Odile on to the Northern altar and both of them as well as the initiates wore safety harnesses in case a strong gust tried to blow them off the edge. Fortunately that didn’t happen though I thought of the talk about a blood sacrifice. But I suppose that could be interpreted as Beth bleeding while assisting Jack in positioning initiates. The whole ceremony proceeded w/o incident which I was very grateful for since with the terrible weather the likelihood of a serious accident was quite high.

Afterward: With the weather slowing us down a bit we were through in three hours. After we changed back into our winter storm clothes the support staff shut the gas heaters down. While they were doing that I went with Jack on the dozer to plow the road so we could get out pulling the heated personnel carts after us. The road had drifted closed again but it took only a hour or so to clear it then go back for Himself, Jack, the girls and staff. Below the snow line jack put the dozer in the barn and we all climbed in to a caravan of Range Rovers and went back to the hunting lodge in heavy rain. By 3:00 PM it has stopped raining and the sun had actually appeared.

We had a celebratory dinner this evening with all he initiates and support staff. Then the initiates were bedded down in a large guest house with several of the male staff as chaperones, though I understand ewes were available if anyone felt the need. The boys will be taken back to their farms and villages in the morning.

The ritual burning of the Goddesses and initiates ceremonial clothing worn on the altars was postponed until we get to Crag Abbey where we will be spending Christmas.  The ritual fire of purification will occur within the castle walls in the fire pit where it will be safer to burn the robes, hoods and boots, not that it seemed likely to me with all the rain the fire was could get out of control, but Himself said that dry Gorse burns very easily even in wet weather so that was that. All in all it has been a wonderful day and I’m still draining Jacks semen as he was the last to take me.  

The summer solstice – Location Z

Gorse in bloom, the observatory was hidden in it

The 2013 Summer Solstice: Cyndi, Bea and I are in the UK to celebrate the summer solstice which occurs this year at 05:04 GMT or 06:04 BST, British Summer Time. We flew into Cambridge Airport (CBG) previously known as Marshall Airport Cambridge UK on Limnaea my G550 which then went on to Europe to deliver small high priority items for the government. CBG is just a short drive from Taryn’s estate, ‘Cunt Castle’ her home outside Cambridge, to recover from the eight hour jet lag before going on to Scotland to one of Jack’s father’s hunting lodges in northern Scotland to be closer to a newly discovered (and not yet documented) ancient observatory at the top of a remote hill on one of His Grace’s heavily forested mountain properties.

Not Stonehenge:  We decided that we would skip the crowd and commercialization of Stonehenge this year, it has gotten so bad, and celebrate the solstice at ‘location Z’ which got its name from His Grace who said it seems as though it is at the end of the world and therefore should be known by the last letter in the alphabet. Ours may well be the first ritual fertility offerings to the gods from that site in a thousand years as on the lower slopes it is surrounded by impenetrable old growth forests and the site itself is hidden by huge blooming gorse bushes with two inch thorns, see the photo accompanying this post. Only enough of those bushes have been cut away to provide light corridors for the Summer and Winter solstices and to clear the altars.    

Jack said the site has a profound spirituality about it and it does! He took me up there yesterday and standing on the edge of the cliffs looking west there is a marvelous view of Loch Broom in the distance and the sea looking toward the Isle of Lewis.  It’s an all day trip, a bumpy four hour ride in a Land Rover on a track that was widened from a game trail and the last mile is a hike up the only scalable part of the escarpment. After the 2012 Summer Solstice he went to the site alone and was able to cut away enough of the huge thick prickly gorse bushes to tell that the primary stones were set quite similarly to those at Stonehenge which bracket the sun at the solstices. This spring he cleared away more of the gorse around the altars. While the stones are quite large they aren’t of the magnitude of the ones at Stonehenge, and the single circle is only about thirty feet in diameter, but when the slope of the hill is taken into consideration the effort to construct it might have been every bit as great on a per stone basis. And there is a primary and two secondary altars for sacrifices. Early tomorrow we will be packing in and we will sleep at the top, so we will be ready to celebrate appropriately at 6:00 AM BST on the 21^st.

When the site is opened for exploration Jack having a newly conferred doctorate in archeology will be working with specialists from Oxford and the British Museum all of whom are very interested in the site. In the meantime the family is very protective of its location to prevent it being overrun by tourists or worse plundered by robbers. Even it being in a remote location and surrounded on three sides by vertical cliffs falling away for hundreds of feet can be little deterrent to determined archeological plunderers so the location is, we hope still quite secret. The family had known that there was something there for years, but the location is so remote that until Jack became fascinated with archeology no one had enough interest to really see what was there. And it was too difficult to reach for the locals to plunder the site for stone for their buildings.

Fertility and contraception: I will be CD22 on the 21^st and in my luteal phase. From a contraception standpoint that’s good. From a desire standpoint I would have preferred to be fertile and been inseminated on an altar at a newly discovered ancient site on the Summer Solstice.  Sigh! Taryn and Cyndi have GyneFix copper IUDs and are in their follicular phase, and Bea has just ovulated and is using her Reflexions 65mm death rubber and I’m using the 80mm Reflexions that Bea harvested from Yvonne which she gave me as a blog ann. gift.  

I’m really interested to see how a French Courtesan’s Chi will meld with the ancient powers at the site on the solstice.  Bea will be 16 on the 4^th of July and 16 is the age of consent in England and Scotland so technically she is still under age, but no one is going to ask. As there are no remaining Druid elders for this site unless someone suddenly appears I suppose as a very new Priestess I will be in charge of the ceremony though as the owner of the site the Duke will probably want to run things. However, he may stay at the lodge because his gout is acting up. If he goes with us to the site I’ll give him first penetration as is his right by ancient custom, but I’ll need to take care that I don’t also give him a heart attack like I did several years ago. If the old bull goes Jack will get sloppy seconds on me. However, he and I christened the main altar while we were up there so it’s not as though jack wasn’t first. The other men will be Chris the male Gyn for Cyndi, Horace a Cambridge Don with Taryn, Trevor an Oxford Don and friend of Jacks for Bea and Jack who may have to double team me.