Magna Carta, my ancestors

The Magna Carta of 1215

British Library Cotton MS Augustus II 106

The Photo: one of only 4 known copies of the 1215 Magna Carta a charter agreed to by King John of England with his Barons at Runnymede, near Windsor, on 15 June 1215. The charter set down for the first time rules governing what the king could and could not do. Two copies are held by the British Library and one each by the cathedrals of Lincoln and Salisbury.

 

My ancestors and the Magna Carta: There is only a very tangential association with any of my ancestors and the Barons who signed the Magna Carta in 1225 and possibly the original in 1215. I was interested in the possible connection because June 15, 2015 was the 800^th anniversary of signing the original document. There is no known list of the original signers, but there is a list of the names of the 25 Barons who were delegated to oversee the terms of the agreement in the copy revised in 1225. In the brief biographies of these men, by Professor Nigel Saul, Royal Holloway, University of London, only two families seem to have any connection with Wales and both were Welsh Marcher Lords: 1) Richard de Clare and Gilbert de Clare, Earls of Hertford and used interchangeably with that of earl of Clare. 2) The younger William Marshal (c. 1190-1231). On his father’s death in 1219 he succeeded him as earl of Pembroke and marshal of England, while on his mother’s death in the following year he succeeded to the lordships of Chepstow in South Wales and Leinster in Ireland.  For Professor Nigel Saul’s brief biographies of the 25 see the article HERE 

Marcher Lords power: From the Wikipedia article ‘Marcher Lord’: “The Anglo-Norman lordships in this area were distinct in several ways: they were geographically compact and jurisdictionally separate one from another, and they had special privileges which separated them from the usual English lordships. Royal writ did not obtain in the Marches: Marcher lords ruled their lands by their own law—sicut regale ("like a king") as Gilbert, Earl of Gloucester, stated (Nelson 1966), whereas in England fief-holders were directly accountable to the king. Marcher lords could build castles, a jealously guarded and easily revoked Royal privilege in England. Marcher lords administered laws, waged war, established markets in towns, and maintained their own chanceries that kept their records (which have been completely lost). They had their own deputies, or sheriffs. Sitting in their own courts they had jurisdiction over all cases at law save high treason. "They could establish forests and forest laws, declare and wage war, establish boroughs, and grant extensive charters of liberties. They could confiscate the estates of traitors and felons, and regrant these at will. They could establish and preside over their own petty parliaments and county courts. Finally, they could claim any and every feudal due, aid, grant, and relief" (Nelson 1966, ch. 8), although they did not mint coins. Their one insecurity, if they did not take up arms against the king, was of dying without a legitimate heir, whereupon the title reverted to the Crown in escheat. Welsh law was frequently used in the Marches in preference to English law, and there would sometimes be a dispute as to which code should be used to decide a particular case.” The complete article can be read HERE.

My family appears to have been an offshoot of the Marshal family through an attempt to bring peace with the Welsh nobility by exchanging daughters in marriage the records for which seem to have disappeared in the mists of time. However, in legend an illegitimate son of the Welsh Prince Llewelyn who was helping his father fight the English seems to have been involved in building Blackthorn Castle.

Expressing/evacuating the dome for dive-sex: During the several days interval between the Autumnal Equinox and the total lunar eclipse of the Harvest moon I had the first real opportunity to work with Bryony and Claire and Ashley on their use of a latex flat spring diaphragm for upper reproductive tract protection (flood insurance) to minimize the likelihood of PID not for contraception as they both have stringless GyneFix copper IUDs implanted. Ashley is Jack, Viscount Sandbach’s fiancée, a RB ballerina from a noble family. She was newly preggers at Christmas 2014, but had a miscarriage at 12 weeks while she was still dancing. She was unfamiliar with ballet-sex as well as dive-sex so I’m teaching her along with the Dryads when she is available. The basics are rather simple; it’s just that becoming accustomed to sex while in scuba gear or on pointe being entered from behind with all our muscles clenched can take some getting used to.

Expressing the dome of a flat spring latex diaphragm prior to entering the water for dive-sex will increase the strength of the seal and remove almost all the remaining air in the dome so that stretching the thin highly elastic membrane over the cervix and glans when a partner thrusts in to the anterior fornix doesn’t force air into the uterus. Expressing is quickly and easily done: 1) Insert the diaphragm as usual making certain that it is correctly positioned. 2) Then squat and push down as though having a BM which will push the cervix closer to the entrance to the vagina where the wearer can easily get her fingers into her anterior fornix. 3) Insert two fingers and push the dome into the anterior fornix and all the way to the bottom. You should feel upward pressure on the crevice from the dome stretched tightly over the cervix and the fingers all the way to the bottom of the anterior fornix. If the diaphragm is sealing well the strong vacuum of the seal will cause the dome to cling to the cervix. The same steps can be used to express the air from a silicone diaphragm. However, the domes of silicone diaphragms are not nearly as elastic and so can’t be expressed as completely.

Stud service in the cistern: I pressed Jack, Viscount Sandbach, into service to help partner the Dryads (Bryony and Claire) during dive-sex. It wasn’t difficult to get him interested since Ashley was menstrual and not feeling well and Jack needed an outlet for his sexual needs. So I had him help Nikolai with Bryony and Claire’s dive-sex training in the cistern beneath the undercroft of Crag Abbey. It was only the second time the Dryads had scuba-sex and they felt far more confident that air or water wouldn’t be forced into their uteri since I showed them how to express the air and increase the strength of the seal.

 

 

Autumnal Equinox 23 September, total eclipse of the Moon 27-28 September 2015

September 27-28, 2015 Harvest Moon total eclipse

The Photo: Eclipse coverage in five bands: 1) from the center in orange the eclipse is 100% visible from start to end, 2) more than 75% of the event is visible, 3) less than 75% of the event is visible, 4) less than 50% of the event is visible and 5) Eclipse is not visible at all.

2015 Autumnal Equinox: The weather is supposed to be 50° (F) at sea level with heavy rain at sunrise on the 23^rd so it will be in the low 40s with a 12 mph wind. Sigh! Why am I not surprised? It’s typical for Loc Z. Jack has seen to positioning the dried peat for the massive stone fire caldrons and made sure the road to the top is clear of storm debris. The Dryads (Bryony and Claire) willow and Bea and I have met our male crofter partners for the ritual planting of their seed at sunrise which is at 7:07 British Summer Time. Bryony has asked to have the altar the Odile had, Bea gets her usual and Willow as the daughter of Jack gets the one on the east, closest to the rising sun and I’m on the principal altar in the center. Given that there is a full eclipse of the harvest moon in six days that has taken a lot of the fascination out of the occasion for me though for Bryony and Claire it is still a huge thrill, or will be until they are nude and freezing in their GM pointes and new shearling robes while being inseminated by an eighteen y/o crofter that had hardly met.

Time and date.com says this about the 27/28^th eclipse: “The full Moon of September 27/28 is a Supermoon – the Moon will be closest to the Earth, or at its perigee, as it turns into a full Moon. A rising Super Full Moon can look larger and brighter to spectators on Earth. Total eclipses of Super Full Moons are rare. According to NASA, they have only occurred 5 times in the 1900s – in 1910, 1928, 1946, 1964 and 1982. After the September 27/ 28, 2015 Total Lunar Eclipse, a Supermoon eclipse will not happen again for another 18 years, until October 8, 2033.” The full article can be read HERE:

Harvest Moon eclipse Ullapool, Scotland: Begins: Mon, Sep 28, 2015 at 1:11 AM. Maximum: Mon, Sep 28, 2015 at 3:47 AM. Ends: Mon, Sep 28, 2015 at 6:22 AM

Aphrodite and the Harvest Moon eclipse: On Sunday September 20^th in her temple beneath the undercroft of Crag Abbey after I offered the Goddess Pomegranates and asked for guidance for the Autumnal Equinox on the 23^rd Aphrodite let it be known that she would require another breeding tryst by me and my choice of a partner on the primary altar at location Z beginning at maximum coverage of the moon by the earth’s shadow which will occur at 3:47 AM in the area around Ullapool. She only requires one couple so Nikolai and I will be the only celebrants though there will be the full support component of His Grace’s staff. His Grace will not attend the eclipse celebration. Jack, Viscount Sandbach, has agreed to take Nikolai and me back up to location Z for my insemination when the supermoon is totally hidden.  Another eclipse of a Super moon will not occur for another eighteen years so this opportunity is not to be missed.

This means that I will be on the primary altar at Location Z twice in six days and throws my schedule out a bit. However His Grace the Duke of M**** is very anxious that the Goddesses wishes be carried out so extending our stay at the hunting lodge in the valley below Location Z at least through the 28^th will not be a problem. Nikolai also has the time off and Jack, Viscount Sandbach, and his fiancée can stay as well so things are working out. His Grace has already set his gamekeeper to organizing red stag hunts for the men in the intervening days between the equinox and the eclipse. I suppose I can relax as well at the lodge as it does have a small indoor heated pool for which I’m grateful. At Crag Abbey there is a deep pool, the cistern, in the undercroft of the Abbey, but that while deep is very spooky. Of course there is no permanent temple in which to commune with the Goddess at the lodge, however, I do have a small traveling altar on which an offering of pomegranates will call the Goddess to give me instruction.

I need to post this. Jack is waiting to take us to the top of the mountain where we will dress in robing tents and fortify ourselves with His Grace’s Gorse brandy for the ritual seeding at dawn.

The funeral

Frenched and denuded rack of lamb

The Photo: These two full racks of lamb have been frenched down to the eye muscle and denuded, so there is no fat or silver skin left. The bones are completely cleaned, exposing almost their full length, and only a delicate morsel of delicious lamb is left. This elegant cut makes a striking presentation when served as a full rack and sliced at the table. But it’s also perfect for quick grilling; the chops can be eaten out of hand at an outdoor party.

There were 300 guests for the reception. My cook, Mrs. Harris, prepared spring rack of lamb with six ribs per serving for the meal held in the great hall of the castle after the funeral. Doing the math 300 guests x 6 ribs each, that’s 113 lambs, if anyone is counting. The lambs were from the Barony’s flocks which are noted for the sweetness of their meat and sought after by up-market restaurants. All the mourners raved about the meal! As well they should as Mrs. Harris also baked her prize winning strawberry scones!

The Funeral:  I’m very pleased to say that the 22^nd Baroness gave a flawless final performance in a staring role and I thought my social début, in a supporting role as her successor, went quite well. I attribute my nearly flawless performance to the fact that Marvin and I fucked for nearly three hours the night before so that I was still boneless and gasping in afterglow when I fell asleep. I was CD28 on Friday and spotting so had a silicone Milex Omniflex inserted for flow control as I began my period on schedule in spite of all the stress this past cycle.

As predicted the weather was wet in the afternoon with the temperature in the low 40s F, but other than the smell of damp wool clothing in the chapel. The Bishop was generous and brief in his remarks about the life of Edith, 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn. Afterward everyone enjoyed themselves celebrating the life of the late Baroness demonstrated primarily by the speed with which they devoured a fine feast. Mid-afternoon His Grace’s party departed in a light rain as the pilot said the flight controllers told him the weather was good enough for their flight back to Inverness. 

Family matters: Seeing Jack departing with Ashley on his arm and almost certainly pregnant, depressed me a bit, but I’m really fond of Marvin and his sperm viability check has come back saying that he has very high quality sperm so we should be good to start trying for a family. No, I have no intention of getting pregnant. Years ago I had some of my eggs harvested and cryogenically stored so Marvin and I will marry at some point and go the IVF route and have a surrogate carry the baby. I hope this doesn’t sound harsh, but having spent my life up to this point keeping my body in top shape for the strain that ballet puts on it I don’t see losing my conditioning for a year or longer with one or more pregnancies and I’m sure I’ll love the baby none the less for not having carried her myself.  

Scavenger hunt: On Monday my Lady’s Maid (think Dresser, who had been with Edith for more than 20 years) and I will begin going through Edith’s things and her most personal and private closets the keys for which the Barony’s solicitors gave me in a sealed packet after the funeral.  Well, that description was probably unkind, but there is no telling what we will find.  I can hardly wait!

Anya and my wards leave for London: Anya took Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile and their escorts back to Blackthorn House in London on the 10:34 from Caersws. That gives the railroad 20 minutes to switch The Dragon in Birmingham to the Euston train arriving at 3:41. For a 3 ½ hour trip I wouldn’t have sent them down on The Dragon, but we never transferred their luggage and they aren’t traveling light so they may as well enjoy the trip while they can be pampered.

Home alone: Finally! Marvin and I are here by ourselves. Well, not exactly as there is the permanent house staff of ten, but they are nearly invisible unless you ring for one so with just the two of us here it is almost lonely. The servants in descending order of importance are:

Females: A staff of six: the Housekeeper, Mrs. Wallace; the Cook, Mrs. Harris; Emily, my Lady’s Maid/Dresser; two Housemaids and a Kitchenmaid. 

Males: A staff of four:  Charles, Chamberlain of the Household (Estate Steward); the Butler, Mr. Harris, the cook’s husband; a Footman/chauffer and an under-footman.

I’ve already spoken with His Grace about a Valet for Marvin. Marvin insists he doesn’t want one, but a secretary/Valet might be more acceptable and His Grace has a man he can recommend. Marvin is amazed at the labor needed and Edith the 22^nd hardly entertained at all in the last few years. I don’t propose to try to out Downton Downton Abbey, but if I can afford it and I’m expected to entertain why not do it properly and in style?

Yule at Crag Abbey

A Yule Log ablaze

The Yule log: “Because there are no accounts of the custom in Great Britain prior to the 17th century, some historians and folklorists have theorized that it was not an ancient British custom but was in fact imported into Britain from continental Europe in the early modern period, possibly from Flanders in Belgium, where the tradition thrived in this period.

The first written account of a Yule log in Britain is by the clergyman Robert Herrick, from the 1620s or 1630s. Herrick called the tradition a "Christmas log" and said that it was brought into the farmhouse by a group of males, who were then rewarded with free beer from the farmer's wife. Herrick claimed that the fire used to burn the log was always started with a remnant from the log that had been burned in the previous year's festivities. He also said that the log's role was primarily one of bringing prosperity and protection from evil - by keeping the remnant of the log all the year long the protection was said to remain across the year.

The Yule log was not only seen as a magical protective amulet in traditional British rural culture. There are many reports of rivalries occurring between members of a community as to who had the largest log.” The above was taken from Wikipedia. The complete article can be seen HERE

His Grace’s family has always lit their Yule log from the remnant of the log from the previous year and they cut and prepare the following year’s log a year ahead so it has time to season before its use. It is lit on December 21^st, the Winter Solstice, and it continues to burn through the Twelve Days of Christmas, beginning on Christmas day and lasting until January 5^th. It is a massive log and is positioned in the massive fireplace in the great hall by six Crofters and two mules – that live in stables retained at the abbey especially for their care during the winter holidays -  and is constantly attended for the entire sixteen days.

His Grace and Marvin: Himself has become noticeably more at ease with me since his son and heir, Jack, Viscount Sandbach, has become smitten with Ashley a RB ballerina from a noble family who is his current bedmate. Not that His Grace was ever rude as he enjoys sex with me too much to take his pique to the point that I would cut him off. But now his sexual overtures are much more sweetly and gently expressed. Actually, he is a better lover now that he doesn’t feel I pose a threat to the longevity of his dynasty. His attitude toward me has changed to the extent that he is using his influence with The College of Arms to speed up the investigation (to the extent possible through the old-boy network) of a claim the Jack first discovered of my possibly being the heir to an ancient Welsh Barony previously thought to have become extinct.

The Duke approves of Marvin because he seems to have diverted my attention from getting Jack to marry me.  And in addition, as a physician, and psychotherapist with an advanced degree from Cambridge Marvin enjoys elevated social status (for a commoner) and is such an amazing conversationalist – part of his gift that makes him such an amazing therapist - that the Old Bull enjoys long conversations with him and wants to take him hunting if the weather ever clears

Sleeping arrangements: On holidays like this no one is monogamous. We women all have individual suites at the Abbey and the men rotate between us by some arrangement among themselves that gives all the men an opportunity to spend at least one night with each of us.

Tanaquil sent over a 23 y/o Russian ballet dancer, Maya, for His Grace’s holiday pleasure. Jack has Ashley, Marvin has me and Tanaquil sent virile male soloists from the Paris Opera Ballet chosen for their looks and sexual stamina for Bea, Willow, and the Swan Twins. My Dresser is partnering Chris, our male Gyn.

Ashley, Maya and me: I had met Ashley, the RB dancer who is Jack’s current bedmate, at the Party here at the Abbey when Scotland rejected independence from England this past Fall. I thought I’d dislike her but I don’t. Actually she’s quite sweet and in her mid 20s is just learning about fetish sex so I have been tutoring her in certain aspects of that skill. Maya dances with the Mariinsky and speaks fluent English with a Berkshire accent. She is much more knowledgeable about fetish sex than Ashley and in some respects possibly me as well since I don’t usually do anal or double or triple penetration.

I saw them both with the Abbey Divemaster trying on wetsuits and adjusting the spiders on their OTS Guardian FFMs so afterward at lunch I asked if they were going to dive the cistern with Jack and His Grace and when they said yes I asked if they had ever had dive-sex.

Finding that they hadn’t I asked if anyone had told them they should wear a diaphragm to prevent having water forced into the uterus due to the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusting if her vagina floods during the encounter. Just as I suspected, no one (all men who had been prepping them) had.  So I fitted Ashley with a 70mm latex Reflexions flat spring rim diaphragm and a 75mm for Maya who is taller. I explained the Reflexions is nearly impossible for a mischievous partner to under-thrust. Fortunately neither is allergic to latex and both have lovely deep post-pubic vaults so no partner should feel the rim during dive-sex. Then I showed them how to insert and remove their diaphragms and let them practice insertion and removal several times and gave them both  12-packs of 10ml prefilled disposable applicators of DiveGel+ for pre-lubing before a dive.

During menses both use a menstrual cup so they are familiar with inserting a device in their vaginas which made it much easier for them to place the Reflexions correctly. Maya has a ‘normal’ – 31mm x 24mm - German Medusa Goldring Ag+Au (silver+gold) IUD inserted from which the strings have been removed. She has been wearing it for a year w/o problems even when being thrown and landing jumps so she should be safe from pregnancy.

Cerazette: Ashley is on the progestin-only-pill (POP) Cerazette as so many other European dancers are, so in theory she shouldn’t need the diaphragm for contraception, but only when she dives for protection during underwater sex.  A Cerazette pill contains 75 mcg of desogestrel which metabolizes into etonogestrel that is used in Nexplanon and NuvaRing. Etonogestrel primary effect is prevention of the follicle ripening and releasing an egg. However, our clinic in Vegas has had quite a few women on Cerazette come in for abortions so perhaps because there is a long half-life of the progestin being used the women are not as careful as they should be about taking them correctly.

Ashley seems to have adjusted well to the hormone in her pills with no decrease in libido, or increase in weight, dryness or mood swings and she has few instances of spotting which makes it a great pill for her. I cautioned her not to leave her pill pack unattended while at the Abbey as there could be mischievous guests who think it great fun to sabotage a guests birth control for any number of reasons including but not limited to; jealousy, revenge or just curiosity to see what their target would do if she found herself pregnant.  

Other etonogestrel contraceptives and their dosages: For readers wondering about the daily hormone release amounts of other popular etonogestrel progestin contraceptive methods the two most popular are: 1) Nexplanon a single rod progestin-only-implant. The release rate is 60-70 mcg/day in week 5-6 and decreases to approximately 35-45 mcg/day at the end of the first year, to approximately 30-40 mcg/day at the end of the second year, and then to approximately 25-30 mcg/day at the end of the third year. 2) NuvaRing releases on average 0.12 mg/day of etonogestrel and 0.015 mg/day of ethinyl estradiol over a period of three weeks.

Gifts from St Nicholas: No one got coal, or peat, which is a primary fuel here, in their stocking.  There were a lot of gifts of condoms (which no one plans to use while here as everyone has past a recent full STI panel. There were performance enhancers, Cialis and Viagra, for the men and ellaOne (the UK EC brand) for the ladies. Just in case since one can never be entirely certain that contraception will work all the time.

Fet-tex rubber catsuits: The big presents for the women, (I even managed to get one for Ashley) except for Maya who I hadn’t known was coming, and eye-candy for the men were new custom latex catsuits made of Fet-tex, a new formulation of latex rubber from Jeff at Labia Labs. Fet-tex has all the benefits of natural latex such as marvelous heat transfer properties, but is molecularly stronger to resist punctures and tearing and is far stretchier – think cotton Lycra - with immediate return to original size when no longer being stretched so can comfortably be worn during ballet class, if the wearer can stand the heat. It is also more resistant to oily lubes, medicines and perfumes that contain natural oils and isn’t sticky when dry (w/o being chlorinated) so it is much easier to get into w/o using talcum powder or a water based lube. All the other women’s Fet-tex catsuits have dual-pull back-zips. Mine is dual-pull front-zip so I can easily breastfeed as well as open the crotch for relief or sex and the Fet-tex cups expand as my breasts fill so the suit is amazingly supportive w/o binding or pinching. The zipper is miniaturized and more flexible so a front-zip in a Fet-tex 2mm suit is as flexible as a back-zip suit in standard natural rubber latex.

A catsuit made of 2 mm Fet-tex is nearly indestructible, a feature that any woman who has been held against a masonry wall while being fucked wearing a latex catsuit will appreciate.  With her partners hands clutching her buttocks and her legs wrapped around his waist while he pumps seed deep inside her the up and down motion of his thrusts cause the back of a typical natural latex catsuit to shred against the rough texture of the wall so a new $200 suit can be easily ruined in less than five minutes. However, Fet-tex catsuits like all latex apparel are impervious to moisture so they are quite hot to wear if the wearer is exerting herself and so are very dehydrating. The sweat drains down the legs soaking the boots or shoes of the wearer, which is another reason to wear polymer block Gaynor Minden pointes which won’t melt when in a rubber catsuit. Staying well hydrated in any rubber catsuit is extremely important.

Visual erotica: The men enjoyed us modeling our Fet-tex suits and depending on the men who were taking us we wore either ballet-boots or pointes to minimize the thrust-drop while we enjoyed having them spew their seed quickly, almost as though they were prematurely ejaculating, during ballet sex. Having men that anxious can be fun when there a lot of them as there are here now. The Fet-tex rubber has a very distinctive latex smell mixing with our estrogenic perspiration, the scent of our shampoo, perfume, our pointes or boots (and in my case breast milk) and the scent of the man we are with so the bouquet just screams fetish sex! And that may be what has caused some men with excellent ejaculatory control to finish so quickly. A woman can sense when that is going to occur in time to brace herself since her partner’s shaft gets thicker and longer, his thrusts become more forceful and quicker, his grip tightens holding her closer, his saliva thickens and his respiration increased in the few seconds before the fluid transfer leaving her inseminated!

 

 

Arrival at Crag Abbey, sensory deprivation

The ruins of Urquhart castle on Loch Ness

The photo: Once one of Scotland’s largest castles, Urquhart’s remains include a tower house that commands splendid views of the famous loch and Great Glen. Urquhart witnessed considerable conflict throughout its 500 years as a medieval fortress and its history from the 13th to 17th centuries was particularly bloody.

Lost Cove porn shoot ending: Anya is staying at Lost Cove for another few days to make sure nothing is missing after the video crew finishes shooting interior shots. Then the Duchess will take her around to St Thomas aboard Wanton Lass to catch a plane back to DC for a new assignment.

Juicy, Long Tom, the mermaids and the rest of the cast sailed away to finish the video on a set somewhere on the outskirts of London. Anya said their divemaster supervised two scenes with couples having intercourse when the woman’s K-valve burst disc ruptures and her tank vented. The actors survived the experiences, but were severely shaken and one actress, not Juicy, who panicked and couldn’t find her partner’s buddy reg nearly drowned and is in hospital on St Thomas being treated for aspiration pneumonia and an emotional breakdown. After that the director decided she had enough tank venting scenes.

The flight: At Dulles we said goodbye to the Gemini (the Swan Twins partners) who were to meet one of their father’s K-street lobbyists before flying home commercial and we picked up Fiona and Colin Tree who will be spending time with His Grace, her father, at the abbey (they aren’t participating in the Solstice celebration as they are non-believers) before going to London. … Just another service of JillAir…

It is 3,411 mi from Dulles to Inverness and at about 550 mph it should take about 6.1/3 hrs. We left Dulles at about 3:00 PM + 6.5 = 9:30 Eastern daylight time + 5 hrs to convert to British daylight time = 2:30 AM ETA at Inverness. We actually landed at 2:00 AM BDT as the jet stream helped a bit. The trip was uneventful, if you don’t count the girl-girl sex – with dildos - and Terry getting repeatedly blown. Fiona doesn’t share Colin so he had to make do with just one woman on the flight while the rest of us were moaning and mewing in ecstasy from G-spot orgasms given with textured Pyrex dildos.

Our arrival: Jack and Chris our Gyn were at the airport to meet us with three Land Rovers for Bea, Willow, the Swan twins, Terry and me. Fiona rented a car (on Her Majesty’s dime) at the airport for herself and Maj. Tree as they were only staying two days and then plan to take the train to London. Jack says the forecast is for rain and temps in the low to high 50s at Ullapool. That’s at sea level so it will be in the 40s F at Location Z. Which means we will be in shearling robes and using the massive peat braziers again and hopefully be warmer than at the Winter Solstice. We had coffee while the Land Rovers were loaded then the two hour trip down the loch and up into the mountains to the Abbey. It was 4:30 by the time we got to the abbey and the sunrise was at 4:18. It was a cloudy but dry morning.

The Abbey cistern: After a full English breakfast the girls, Terry and I took our regular morning ballet class in the tower studio.  Then I suggested that we plan another dive-sex video using the heated cistern as an aqua-dungeon. Returning readers will remember that the cistern was last mentioned in my 4-1-2014 post when I held a dive-sex training session for the Gyns attending the Inverness reproductive technology seminar. There I described it this way:

“The pool was converted from the Abbeys original medieval drinking water cistern. It’s a circular room 60 ft diameter and it is 40 feet deep with columns every 10 feet.  Ceiling and underwater lights have been installed as well as a shelf and platform for putting on equipment and conveniently entering the water. There is also a new circulating system that heats and purified the water. The cistern is kept full from the spring that flows through the temple and chapel. Even when well lit it still seems a bit claustrophobic to me because of the shadows cast by the columns. And at 40 feet it’s too deep to comfortably wear a FemCap to the bottom w/o the discomfort of dome squeeze on the cervix, but of course my Oves works well. However, when properly sized and correctly inserted the latex Reflexions flat spring rim diaphragm is perfect for flood insurance while providing the advantages a thin stretchy latex membrane can offer an experienced couple.”

Sensory deprivation: Leaving a diver tethered to the bottom while all the lights are off is an exercise in sensory deprivation and air conservation. During effective air conservation training the tank should provide just enough air to last until the dungeon-master makes her rounds and releases the captive or switches his or her tank. Sensory deprivation is something that is totally disorienting and terrifying to most, but there are a few of us who find it relaxing. I love the silence, just the hiss of my demand valve and the roar of my bubbles rushing toward the surface. With hands bound behind your back there is no hope of replacing a reg if for some reason a trainee expels hers and drowning follows shortly afterward if her dungeon master isn’t paying close attention and comes to her rescue.  Even though I’m sensory deprivation dive qualified I always dive an OTS Guardian FFM to eliminate the chance of an expelled reg during sensory deprivation sessions.

 

Tutoring the nobility

Coat of arms of The College of Arms

The Photo: The coat of arms of the organization in the UK that grants heraldic arms to an individual or organization if they meet certain strict criteria.  The College of Arms also creates the heraldic shields for the newly entitled and traces possible heirs to titles and arms belonging to families thought to have become extinct. 

Her Grace makes a request:  Alice, Duchess of M**** asked if I would tutor her friend’s eldest son who is 17 and will be going to Oxford this fall. Given that I’ve had a minimum of formal education I wondered what subject I could possibly help him with. She said his parents; his father is the current holder of one of England’s oldest and most efficiently run Earldoms and his mother a retired Royal Ballet Principal, are anxious that Terrence (Terry) have an intimate and positive experience with a sexually knowledgeable women before he goes to oxford since he has been in all-male schools since early childhood only meeting girls in private off-campus ballet classes he has taken since he was five. I was amazed that an all-male school could stop an inquisitive young male whose hormones are peaking from discovering the delights of women especially as he has grown up with female ballet students, but it seems his parents think that it has. I was supposedly getting a virgin to tutor on the pleasures of heterosexual sex, assuming of course that he is straight, which I think is a concern of his father as he needs a grandson as an heir.

Alice thinks there are other reasons – in addition to deepening his experience and perhaps understanding of women - his parents want Terry vacationing at lost cove this summer. They know Willow is with me here and Terry met her briefly when she taught a master class at his school. Alice thinks they want Terry at 17 and willow at 19 to become to develop a romantic relationship since terry is handsome and rich and will inherit the title and estates on his father’s death. With him marrying into Jacks family it would establish stronger interfamily ties a common practice among the aristocracy.

That seems unlikely to me since there is a two year difference in their ages and with girls maturing mentally earlier than boys they may have little in common. Not to mention that Willow is performing in my ballet company in Las Vegas while Terry will be at Oxford for the next several years. Of course that could all change. Since Terry is supposed to be very strong and have significant ballet training including pas de deux classes I’m sure he will be partnering Willow in our ballet classes and I’m anxious to see how they get along.

Tea and Sympathy: Her Grace said she immediately thought of the 1956 film Tea and Sympathy ((Deborah Kerr and John Kerr) with me in the role of Laura Reynolds, played by Deborah Kerr. The circumstances are not as straight forward with Terry as with Tom Lee in the film, but she thinks his parents are trying to avoid a similar situation once he gets to Oxford.

Alice said she thinks I would be an ideal tutor for Terry and he would learn a lot being with me for a few days. And well she might since I’ve been fucking her son’s brains out every chance I get for the past several years and my effort has not gone unnoticed as Jack wants to marry me over his father, the Duke’s, objections.  I was relieved that her request was one that I can handle easily and I’m going to enjoy teaching Terry about women while we enjoy each other’s bodies.  Jack has gone back to the UK to prepare Location Z for the Summer Solstice on the 21^st of this month so Terry rode back on Limnaea II and Alice and I took the Wanton Lass around to St Thomas today to pick him up. And what a stud-muffin he is!

Terry’s arrival: On the sail back from Charlotte Amelie to lost cove Terry and I got acquainted while Alice sunned herself and napped. I said he would be staying with Bea, Willow and me at my villa on the cove and that there would be ballet class each morning, which he knew since he brought his practice clothes and slippers. I also mentioned that none of the women including me were in monogamous relationships so hookups were fine, but that I would be his primary trainer and I have final say on what is safe for him to do. The girls know the dive limits past which an activity requires my approval and none of us want to be responsible for injuring such a gorgeous male body, not to mention a sweet personality, for a man.

Bea, Willow and Anya were on the pier in bikinis to welcome him and I could see Terry was very impressed with their beauty and the drape of his shorts showed it until he got his emotions under control. We all saw the rise in his interest and later we giggled and wondered how his parents could have been thinking he might be gay. Obviously he doesn’t confide in his father, which is quite common when sons are shipped off to boarding school and only see their fathers as authority figures and at Christmas.

Terry and the Summer Solstice: The Summer Solstice is on Saturday June 21^st, exactly one week from today. We will be leaving for Inverness this coming Monday so we can have a few days to recover from jet lag and prepare for our Location Z altar performances as Priestess of Aphrodite welcoming new males into the Old Ways. I’ve decided to save Terry’s virginity until the Solstice and take it from him on the main altar at sunrise.

Terry intends to major in sociology and specialize in ancient religions while at Oxford and when he found I am a Priestess of Aphrodite/Venus and will be celebrating the Solstice on the primary altar of an ancient holy site he was beyond fascinated and asked to participate. When I explained that participation by males required that they be virgin (defined here as not having had penile vaginal intercourse (PVI) with a human female – sheep don’t count) his virginity immediately turned from a liability into an amazing asset and he agreed to avoid having PVI with any women until I relieved him of his virginity at sunrise on the 21^st. Just to make sure he asked to wear a chastity belt when not in ballet classes to show his resolve. He said another few days of cold showers will just increase his anticipation. So Chris fit him into an old Access Denied male chastity belt and gave me the key. Terry is such a marvelously strong and hunky submissive and in ballet class has amazing stamina.

Suicide sex

A handmaiden tending her temple

Suicide sex:  Can a woman kill a man just with her vaginal muscles or mind-fuck him into suicide? Absolutely, but only under certain conditions! I’ve seen depressed women commit suicide by intentionally going too deep in a training pool get nitrogen narcosis then remove the reg from their mouths and try and breathe water. The two I’ve watched didn’t even try to surface, just spasmed vomited and stopped moving and immediately sank to the bottom of the pool.

The men were a bit different as two knew that they had heart conditions and still couldn’t stay away from the women who were their obsessions. There has also been one who had a heart condition for which he was taking nitrates and he intentionally took a large dose of Viagra. He was with me when he unbeknownst to me took the Viagra and a few minutes after he penetrated me in missionary his blood pressure dropped so low he stopped breathing just after he came in me and told me how tight and what I great fuck I was. His fifth ejaculatory thrust seemed to tip him over the edge. He gasped, “Oh God!” his eyes got real wide and he collapsed on top of me.

Brad, my current psychoanalyst, has been emailing me several times a day since we’ve been in Scotland wanting to know when I will be home to recreate the Jenna fantasy for him. When we agreed to work together I had no idea he would become so fixated on having sex during his fantasy with me dressed in his dead wife Jenna’s ballet practice clothes, shoes and her 70mm Milex wide seal Omniflex contraceptive diaphragm. I think if we keep on with the intensity and duration of the encounters he is having with me as Jenna he will almost certainly kill himself as some part of his body will fail catastrophically. I think it’s my duty to help him by providing extremely intense fantasy sex so he can be united with Jenna as soon as possible and be at peace.

Paraphilias: While thinking about Brad and his need to fantasize about having sex with his dead wife I came across an interesting article about paraphilias, problems with controlling impulses that are characterized by recurrent and intense sexual fantasies, The article can be found Article It’s interesting to see in print a list of some of the sexual fantasies our escorts are trained deal with in order to serve those with a paraphilia fulfill their sexual needs.

MH 370 and my G650: Several readers have asked what I think about the disappearance of Malaysian Airways flight MH 370, the Boeing 777, which disappeared with two hundred and thirty-nine people on board two weeks ago. As of today, Saturday March 23, 2014, searchers haven’t found a trace of it. I have no idea what happened. However, I do think the Malaysian government handled the first week of the search very, very poorly. Unlike the Malaysian airline I haven’t skimped on maintenance computer programs for Limnaea II that link to satellites every few minutes so if (Goddess forbid) something happens while we are in the air everyone who should know will know what the problem was and where we went down. I just love the ‘new car’ smell of the leather seats and everything is so shiny and new, not that my 550 was shabby in any way.

Aphrodite’s temple and Jack: Since the equinox I have been spending evenings with Jack in Aphrodite’s temple behind the chapel in the undercroft of Crag Abbey. The enclosed space has the scent of ripe pomegranates and beeswax from blessed beeswax candles which provide the only illumination. I’ve been praying to Aphrodite and making offerings of her favorite fruit, Pomegranates; with the hope that she felt that my solution to Brad’s deep depression and his Jenna fantasy was acceptable. He has tried psychotherapy and anti-depression drugs that make him listless and kill his libido so he stopped them as he craves being with Jenna, when I dress in her things for him.

Nothing has worked to break his sex-with-his-dead-wife fantasy. If anything some therapy sessions seem to make him worse until he can be with me, so I anticipate a marathon of very strenuous, very intense sex when I see him next.  I think Brad needs release and I think by increasing the intensity of our encounters I can bring him peace more quickly.

We were all fertile for the equinox celebration on the 20^th and I ovulated today so there is a slim chance that Jack might impregnate me as I only have the Oves screwed down on my ripe cervix. But it has never failed me in the ten plus years I’ve been using Oves so there is no reason to think it will fail now. Jack has been so sweet to hold me and take me slowly and gently in missionary as I lay flat across the mosaic of the Venus-Aphrodite image giving me wave after wave of delightfully gentle orgasms so I’m kept blissed out before he gives me one strong one that gets him off as well.. It’s only then when my primary lover is filling me with thick hot cream containing millions of his sperm that I feel closest to my Goddess and blissfully content.

 

The 2014 Vernal Equinox and Roman engineering

Stacks of peat drying near where they were cut

Roman engineering: On the way up to the Holy site Jack said he had a surprise for me. When we got there I found he had cleared back the Gorse all the way past the ring of standing stones and in the process had uncovered an additional part of what he is calling the altar warming system. It seems the stone fire pits aren’t symmetrical and each has a top lip the height of which varies, the lowest part, by several inches while several feet wide along the pits circumference, and is closest to the altar which it is nearest to. Jack said that from the tight fit of the dry stone building technique he thinks the site heating system was built by the Romans about the time they built the temple to Venus-Aphrodite now under and part of the foundation of Crag Abbey which overlooks Loch Ness.

But that wasn’t the most fascinating part. What is amazing to me is that all around the circumference of the site just outside the ring of standing stones is a wind baffle, a ridge of four foot high ten foot long four foot thick stones. The surface of these stones that faces away from the altars and standing stones was fashioned with a concave taper of about 45° so it catches the wind flowing across the site and directs it downward into a series of channels under the surface of the site which directs the air across the fire in each of the twenty fire pits.

This results in a sort of bellows effect providing plenty of oxygen to each fire in the pits. There are baffles that decrease the speed of the air through the tunnels when the wind is blowing directly into them and the fire draws air through the tunnels when the wind strength isn’t very strong. I think of the fire pits and their air supply as set of large prehistoric hair dryers, which isn’t scientific, but the description really fits as each pit puts out a stream of hot air directed at the altar which it is closest to.

Jack said most of his and a crew of six workers from His Grace’s nearby estates, time was spent uncovering the air ducts cleaning them of animal nests and storm debris, fitting intake covers of coarse heavy screen that will block small animals and vegetable debris, but not hinder air flow too severely and replacing the stone covers which are the paving stones within the circle of standing stones.

Fire pit testing: Jack and I loaded the four fire pits surrounding the main altar with peat blocks brought up in a cart from several large stacks under tarps in the supply area just below the holy site. I had tested the incineration powder back at home and it worked well, but the girls and I would be risking being badly burned if there were embers and sparks that came off the fires, which is what the incineration powder was designed to prevent by causing every bit of combustible material to be totally consumed leaving only pure hot air rising off the fire. So I sprinkled the peat with the incineration powder to see if it worked when we need it to. Fortunately it worked even better than I’d hoped and even the North altar that is missing one of it’s fire pits, some of the stone ducting and the nearest several standing stones seemed to be heated fairly well and with Odile being a sadist with masochistic tendencies when the time cane she handled it well remembering the heavy robes and the cold of the Solstice.  

The celebration: At sunrise, 6:02 AM GMT (Daylight time in the UK doesn’t start until Sunday March 30^th.) we were all on our respective altars. I was wearing Aphrodite’s gold Amulet, the smaller one, which is several thousand years old that I think of as ‘field-jewelry’ and my badge of office rather than the much larger and heavier Necklace of State for formal occasions when I’m not working on my back.

We had all chosen to celebrate on the altars we occupied for the Winter Solstice. I on the main, Willow had chosen to consecrate initiates on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun then Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one. The heat had dried the paving stones in the altar area so the pink satin pointes that the girls and I wore: Block Alpha shoes for Bea, Willow and me and Freed Classics with Forteflex shanks for the Swan twins amazingly didn’t get wet at all. The goddess must have approved of our footwear as all our penetrative encounters went well and all the boys’ semen dripped on our shoes as they withdrew. The satin of mine was wonderfully stained and slippery wet with semen. It’s a pity the shoes worn during the celebration were all burnt.

The initiates under Jacks supervision had brought up stacks of peat blocks and covered them with tarps next to the fire pits and lit the fires at 5:45 AM. The ones not engaged in initiation rites on the altars were also charged with keeping the fire pits filled with fresh peat. It was 30° F and had been snowing heavily at that elevation, but stopped just before sunrise. Even so the extremely flammable and hot burning nature of the incineration powder started the peat and had kept it burning completely in the snow. The roar of the fire, the howling wind, the hiss of the snow being turned to steam before it could wet the peat and Jack shouting orders to the initiates to keep the pits stocked with peat and a red glow of the fires reflecting off the clouds we were just beneath gave the site within the standing stones with its bare chested men stoking fires and nude women the look of an erotic view of hell. 

Female pelvic power: The altar surfaces had been dried by the warm air flowing over them by the time we all took our places. We priestess in out new shearling robes were if anything too warm and I lay with mine open since with its hood it made a wonderfully soft bed on the hard stone altar, while my initiates mounted me and I sucked them dry while they gasped, moaned and called for their mothers. The young men who were welcomed into the old ways through me and my demi-priestesses were, through our bodies, being ritually taken by Aphrodite to teach them the joy of sex with a woman so they will crave the intimacy of melding two spirits into one at the moment of simultaneous orgasms.   It is unlikely that any of the initiated will ever again experience sex with a woman who has as tight a vagina as the loosest of us has, but that gives the men a reason to hope and spread their seed widely during their search.

Afterward: As a final offering to Aphrodite Himself mounted me while everyone else watched. I was gentle with him and gave him a good ride and we had several gentle orgasms that his heart could stand (I could have easily excited him to the extent that he died of heart failure while he was in my saddle) before he pulled out and was helped off me to declare the ceremony over. His need to’ tear off the last piece’ has become a fixture of these celebrations now and it is as much a display of his virility for all to see as it is for his pleasure and to torment Jack that he can have sex with Jack’s woman when he wants. And, he has cleverly codified the activity by routinely dipping his wick in me the last four times I’ve been Priestess while he claims he is rededicating himself to the service of Aphrodite. Perhaps he is. It doesn’t really matter as we both have fun and his position is unassailable.

The celebratory party left the Holy site and traveled to His Graces hunting lodge where we had a full English breakfast and I got to have carnal knowledge of a number of the older boys who had been initiated by my wards. They all seemed so amazed and appreciative that when they began to wilt I ripple-gripped them to sexually exhaust each one. After that small orgy there was the ritual burning of the priestesses’ fleece robes and pointe shoes then the initiates were all taken back to their respective villages to spread the word about having sex with tight pussy Goddesses on a mountain top surrounded by snow. No one off His Graces estates ever believes a story like that, but it builds interest in some of the other young ones for the next time which will be the 2014 Summer Solstice.

Crag Abbey: The girls and I and our support staff, Chris, our Gyn, and our dressers are now back at Crag Abby with Jack and His Grace for a few days rest before heading back home. I’m glad we left Ullapool when we did as they are calling for icy roads tonight and on the 21^st.  For the last three hours I’ve been down in the Roman temple to Aphrodite which returning readers will remember is behind the chapel in the undercroft of the Abby. I brought along a pair of Jenna’s Bloch Alpha pointes and one of her 70mm Milex Omniflex diaphragms and wore them down to her temple so she could see how strongly the Chi from wearing Jenna’s things affects me and to ask her how I should handle Brad. It’s not that she didn’t know how I felt costumed as Jenna when I was home, but here in her temple I feel physically closer to her. Her advice was to do what I thought best which was a relief as I had pretty much decided that on my own. But I was pleased that she thought my offering of pomegranates was acceptable and trusted my judgment.

Thanksgiving 2013

Happy Thanksgiving 2013

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

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

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

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

Again, happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Willow

A Fouganza brown schooling riding crop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Going on vacation

Guess who’s going to Virgin Gorda on vacation.

Diaphragm fitting: The first of the St Lucy’s Summer Ballet Intensive classes began last week. One of the advantages of the St Lucy’s SBI is that the students get a chance to be adventuresome and push the envelope a bit. Offering a beginning dive-sex class as entertainment has really increased the interest in taking ballet here in the summer.

There are minimum requirements, like having to be 16, pass a pregnancy test, and be on an effective method of birth control and with pelvic anatomy to correctly wear a FemCap or diaphragm for flood insurance, to prevent a dive partner from forcing water into the student’s uterus from the hydraulics of his thrusting. We prefer Reflexions latex diaphragms because they are very difficult to under-thrust and impossible to under-thrust w/o the wearer knowing and can be worn effectively on dives of any depth, but for girls with smaller pelvic anatomy a Milex Omniflex are effective for dives of 30 feet or less, And for girls with little to no post-pubic vault a FemCap will usually work well on dives no deeper than 25 feet. And since the encounter pools at St Lucy’s are being used and there are none deeper than 25 feet Omniflex and FemCap wearers should be fine.  

I’ve been helping fit the student’s diaphragms or FemCap and demonstrating proper insertion and removal technique. The male partners for the student’s dive-sex classes are all escort trainees who need the hours perfecting their technique for their dive-sex qualification so the girls are very well serviced.

Virgin Gorda bound: I’ve already sent ahead all the personal dive gear for Anya, Bea, Cyndi, Jack, Chris and several other men so all we’ll need to take are our clothes and personal items when we leave this Thursday, July 18^th , for several weeks of vacation. I’m particularly pleased that Anya can join us as she has been working so hard recently and has had no time to relax. His Grace’s sailboat, the Lusty Lass IV, will meet us at the airport on St Thomas. I can’t wait to feel the soft breezes off the ocean and listen to the comforting sounds of the surf.

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.