Scotland’s Independence referendum

The Photo: The Union Jack, the national flag of the United Kingdom of England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland and the flag of Scotland, Saint Andrew's Cross.

The referendum: Independence Referendum day, Thursday September 18, 2014 was a long day. The polls opened at 7:00 AM and closed at 10:00 PM British Summer Time (5 hours ahead of eastern daylight time in the U.S.) and 16 and 17 y/os got to vote. His Grace, The Duchess, Fiona and Willow (who Jack insisted be born at Crag Abbey) went together to their polling place and stood in line to vote like everyone else. It’s important to the family to be seen as fair and benevolent while expecting value for money spent.

The last of the opinion polls taken before the voting ended indicated that the outcome would be 54% no (stay in the UK), 46% yes (for separation). However, U.S. readers may remember that Mitt Romney’s polling organization was telling him he was winning… and we know what happened to him. It all depends on where you ask and who you ask as to what result you get.  It turned out that the poll takers were pretty nearly spot on!

I was up all night with His Grace and Jack and most of the rest of Scotland awaiting the final results. The Old Bull broke out the good stuff and we were fortified with coffee, roast beef sandwiches and Macallan Fine Oak 30 Year Old Scotch as we listened to the results of the vote counting. I think it’s the first time in history that the citizens of an area in an existing country got to vote on whether they should peacefully declare independence and form a new nation.

Of the 32 Council areas in Scotland the Highland Council area (which includes Inverness) is the largest. Should the voters vote no, to remain as part of the UK, then it’s expected that Prime minister is likely to promise to devolve greater powers, over taxation and welfare, to the Scottish parliament in early address. The Highland Council was last to report its results because of its huge size and scattered population. 87% of the Highland voters went to the polls and they voted 52.9% to 47.1% to stay in the union with England, Wales and Northern Ireland. The vote was 87,739 No to 78,069 yes, for independence. Overall the voter turnout was 84.6% with Yes 1,617,989 (44.7%) and No 2,001,926 (55.3%).

His Grace said that even though independence was soundly defeated the SNP, Scottish National Party, scored a victory of sorts with a 44.7% yes vote since interest in independence had been in the low 30% range in the years leading up to this referendum. His Grace got together both Nationalists and Unionists on the 19^th at the abbey as a start at reconciliation between the two groups and a celebration of the forthcoming devolving of powers to the Scottish Parliament as His Grace sees the vote as a win-win for both England and Scotland.

Even rabid partisans on both sides were civil to one another since everyone was delighted to be asked and wanted to attend a function at the abbey and no one wanted to make a spectacle of themselves at one of His Grace’s parties. My wards and I circulated at the party and every guest we spoke with was pleased to have Americans here to witness democracy in action. It didn’t hurt that we were pretty and they were feeling no pain as the 30 y/o scotch was flowing like water. Even so male advances were easily parried.

Back to routine: Now that the referendum is over His Graces household and guests can get back to what passes as normal in the run-up to any celebration of celestial events at Location Z. The girls and I did take naps this morning after the vote was decided (as no) a little after 6:00 AM. By noon we were all in the studio overlooking Loch Ness for a 90 minute class after which we all spent time in the sauna sweating out the alcohol then took turns with my Esthetician being freshly waxed – we are hairless except for scalp hair and eyebrows - then slathered with soothing aloe vera gel. Freshly waxed we will look our best on the Autumnal Equinox (this coming Tuesday, 9/23) when we will all be ritually inseminated on the five altars at Location Z. 

A note to my readers in France: For the last several days I have been getting very heavy page views from France. Actually, page views from France have been even greater than from my readers in the U.S. which is pretty amazing! Would French readers – no spammers please – care to tell me what interests you about my blog?

 

 

Ballet-sex, Morning Wood and the Scottish referendum

GM Luxe satin pointes showing the internal platform pads

The Photo: A pair of new Gaynor Mindens in Luxe satin with sueded platforms, showing the thick soft internal platform pads that cushions the wearer’s toes for hops en pointe and thrust-drop during ballet-sex. The shoes were new when the photo was taken and I hadn’t really sweated much or bled in them then.

Ballet-sex and Morning Wood: I’m CD25 and luteal as this is written. This time next week I will be menstrual and will be in Scotland con-celebrating the Autumnal Equinox at Location Z with my wards as surrogates for the demi-goddesses of fertility. During that ceremony, if my cycle (and theirs) goes as usual we will be CD4 and bleeding, which is what the Goddess needs for our inseminators to plant their ritual seed deep inside my flowing wards and me.

What does this have to do with morning wood you ask? Since he is my therapist it’s important that before I leave I stoke his desire for me so that he will be satisfied pleasuring himself while sniffing the musk from Jenna’s panties soaked in my fertile cervical mucus (I Kegel FCM into at least three pairs, put them in Ziploc bags and pop them in his freezer so he can defrost a pair every day or two and suck my mucus out of the crotch) and a pair of my GM pointes soaked with estrogenic sweat and perhaps a bit of toe cheese from tiny pieces of toe pads, sloughed off shin, chips from toe polish and toe-tape adhesive. I’ll also leave him a pair of Jenna’s Bloch Alphas pointes I’ve sweated in as there is no suitable substitute for the scent of sweat soaked pointes made of traditional materials, leather, hessian, paste and satin.

Surviving thrust-drop: 316 Club girls train to strengthen calves and ankles while soloing in their dorms or in encounter studios with a vibi and a quarter-pounder steel ball set is inserted when not with the escort candidates they are helping train. However, there is no substitute for actual penile penetration while en pointe. That’s especially true with a taller man who lifts you off your toes when he thrusts as far into you as he can get as that is the only way to experience and therefore train to survive thrust-drop during ballet-sex.

For thrust-drop training tall male escorts are pared with shorter 316 club girls so that the men can learn to be gentle to an extent, while the girls can learn to guide her partner’s shaft  by adjusting her hips to avoid him directly ramming her cervix and having the fat pad on her mons pubis pounded by her lover’s pelvis as he lifted her off her toes and then at withdrawal dropping her back en pointe. Thrust-dropped while wearing pointe-shoes made with traditional materials shortened the life of their blocks substantially w/o protecting her toes. That is why the internal platform pads and the polymer blocks of Gaynor Minden pointes are so important for ballet-sex and the fetish community.   

Ballet-boots forbidden during ballet-sex training: The 316 Club girls have been forbidden to wear their English made leather ballet-boots while training for ballet-sex. We fear they will become accustomed to putting their weight on the heels, not remaining centered over the blocks and their ankles and toes won’t be strengthened as they would if they were wearing pointe-shoes because of the ankle support provided by the tightly laced boot shafts and in properly fitted and laced boots very little of the wearer’s weight is on her toes. Too, we have them in negative heeled shoes when not training in pointe-shoes because otherwise they spend so much time en pointe they will shorten their Achilles tendons.

Change in plan: It was a scramble, but we boarded Limnaea II on the afternoon of Tuesday (9/16) and landed at Inverness in the early morning of Wednesday the 17th. Our departure date was advanced as His Grace thought it would be an educational experience for us all if we could be in Scotland for the independence referendum that will be held tomorrow, the 18th of September. I had no problem getting my wards out of school as they will be writing first person papers for their political science courses about the results of the referendum as well as some general papers about ancient sites found in the mountains behind Ullapool on Loch Broom.

His Grace’s Celebration: His Grace and Jack were there to greet us with the convoy of Range Rovers and took us up to Crag Abbey in the mountains west of Loch Ness to get us settled in. Fortunately we had sent our dive gear and other bulky clothes and equipment ahead. His grace will be holding a celebration party for the Lairds and other grandees on the night of the election regardless of whether the vote is yes for separation into a new nation or no to remain as part of the UK. The result is expected to be known some time early Friday, the 19th.

The old bull also had our new ceremonial shearling robes in which we will be pumped full of semen to celebrate planting of seed for the spring harvest ready to be fitted and they are lovely and so warm. But of course it’s entirely different when you’re lying on your back on a stone altar on the top of a mountain in the rain with some lusty Scotsman trying to fuck your brains out. If you get your mind set to take a lusty man most of the discomfort just disappears in the moment, but initial it can take some concentration. It’s still British Summer Time (BST) in the UK until Sunday, October 26 so right now the UK is still 8 hours ahead of Pacific daylight time. Alice, Duchess of M***, her daughter Fiona were already at Crag Abbey and Willow Jack’s daughter came over with me so the family will all vote together. The temperature is forecast to be in the mid 60’s F for the next several days with clouds and fog in the elevations at the Abbey.

Chris has already run ultrasounds on my wards GyneFix IUDs to make sure they are still in place and he will run them again on the morning before we appear on the altars to make sure the girls protection is properly in place.  It’s past 1:00 AM here and I’ve got to post this before I go to bed as we will be up early for the family to go to town to vote.

Underwater conception

A sperm penetrating and fertilizing a human egg

The Photo: A microscopic view of a human egg being fertilized by high quality sperm. Look at the tails on those little swimmers!

The Lorelei’s underwater conception package:  Adolph’s luxury spa, The Lorelei, is offering dive conception packages and I’m helping with the sperm donor and the client’s preparation for insemination. The interest in underwater conception first caught the interest of the wealthy when female sports divers blogged about becoming preggers in training pools during unprotected sex with boyfriends. I’m guessing a substantial portion of those pregnancies occurred to push lovers toward marriage as no modern woman familiar with the value of birth control to female athletes could possibly ‘forget’ to properly use contraception if she intended to use it at all. Regardless of initial motivation dive conception has recently caught on with wealthy young adventuresome European women as a unique way to conceive and Adolph hopes to make The Lorelei a destination for planned underwater conceptions.

My involvement is to fit the client with a Reflexions diaphragm for flood insurance so she can take dive-sex orientation/familiarization training with a male escort and to work with the selected sperm donor to familiarize him with the basic techniques of dive-sex so he can successfully inseminate an unprotected fertile client while she is tethered to the bottom of an encounter pool at The Lorelei. The most important thing that we have to train both the dive-sex client and donor to do is to take deep breaths during the encounter so prevent them from hyperventilating.

We recommend the client be penetrated while floating vertically – tethered to the bottom with an ankle leash with a partially filled buoyancy vest to hold her almost vertical during insemination - so her vagina is less likely to flood and dilute the donor’s semen or have water forced into her uterus by the hydraulics of her donor’s thrusts. Both the client and donor have two test dives, the donor with me and the client with an escort, to get them used to the delights of dive-sex before the actual three encounters while the client is fertile when she will be inseminated.

A sperm donor is selected by the client from a list of men fitting the physical description of the man she would like to father her child. The candidates are made up of medical doctors between the ages of 28 and 35 whose genomes have been analyzed and found to contain no serious gene abnormalities. The men also have to be producing large quantities of high quality sperm and their penile shaft and glans above average in size and functioning correctly with strong ejaculatory contractions that guarantee sperm placement directly into the open cervical os of the fertile client. While the donor and client are intimate they both wear exterior mirror finish lenses in their OTS Guardian FFMs so neither knows who the other is.

An underwater conception package consists of a deluxe suite and all meals and spa access in addition to three acts of intercourse one day apart with the donor of choice while the client is fertile the last day being the day of ovulation. The client is tethered to the bottom of a 30 ft deep encounter pool with an ankle leash and the sperm donor mounts her from the front in a modified missionary position. So far seven clients have completed single cycle underwater insemination encounters and four of them have become pregnant which is an awesome achievement as the expectation was a 50% success rate.

First pregnancies of the fall semester: We are beginning to see bookings for terminations as the first fall semester pregnancies of university and high school students are detected. Of course it’s so soon into the school year that some or all are could be from accidents during summer encounters.  The first Contemporary Sexual Health classes have some students concerned about the effectiveness of their protection and some have talked with me after my lectures about switching methods.

It’s surprising how many women are careless about their birth control. Things like not routinely checking to see that their partner is still wearing his condom after he withdraws, or don’t realize that weight reduction pills can speed up the metabolism of users so that contraceptive hormones are flushed through their systems too fast to maintain a therapeutic level to prevent ovulation. And then there are a few students who use a cervical barrier (other than condoms) borrowed from a roommate or family member and which doesn’t fit correctly or they forget to insert it before penetration.

The only LARC method that is truly safe is a copper IUD and it has its own drawbacks since ParaGard is the only one generally available in the U.S. and some small women can’t be fitted with it and a fixed frame IUD can cause pain and heavy bleeding. My wards Bea, Willow and the swan twins Odette and Odile and most of my dancers all have the frameless copper bead GyneFix IUD implanted so they can cycle naturally enjoying the cycling of their hormones while being protected by copper ionization in the uterus which is 99% effective against pregnancy.

Scotland’s independence referendum: On Thursday September 18^th the voters of Scotland will decide whether they will split from the United Kingdom. The referendum question will be "Should Scotland be an independent country?” At this point polls indicate Scottish voters seem evenly divided and there are significant issues of citizenship, defense, currency and the economy that would need to be resolved should the vote be yes. His Grace and Jack are busy talking with the voters’ who live on their estates and villages. His Grace and his father and grandfather before him have been kind and honest with the people who work for the Duchy and the villages that count on its patronage for a living.  There could be both benefits and drawbacks for the Duchy should the vote be yes, but there could be severe consequences for the rest of the UK (England, Wales and Northern Ireland) should Scotland declare independence. For now there are a great many important unanswered questions.

 

Sex in a gasmask – an encounter to die for

Dead Gaynor pointes and legwarmers

My return to the U.S.: I’m back in Vegas now. My plan to tour European ballet sites turned out to be far too ambitious given that I met John and became entranced by his animal magnetism. He is very interested in me, but I’m not good marriage material for him from the standpoint of giving him an heir, not to mention that monogamy isn’t my strong suit. As the song goes, “when I’m not near the hand that I’m fond of I fondle the hand at hand”. And now the new school year is starting at St Lucy’s and I will be up to my eyebrows in work for a while.

On the way back I stopped at my place in Virginia. I wanted to check for earthquake damage myself [The 5.8 event occurred on 8/23] and Anya and I got caught there during hurricane Irene that came through that Saturday and Sunday. The main house is on high ground overlooking the river so flooding wasn’t a problem, but utilities are above ground and the area is very heavily wooded so storm related power outages are common. Fortunately no falling trees hit the house or out buildings. My landscape service had to clear 5 trees that fell across the road up to the main house so we could get to the airport. The plantation is still w/o power and since no one but the staff is in residence now I’m not pushing for power to be restored while subdivisions are still powerless.

Barre Girls: In mid August John and I went to Aberdeen, Scotland to check out Tanaquil’s new Edinburgh ballet studio, Barre Girls. It is a serious but low key effort to penetrate the ballet-as-exercise market in a very tightly laced city. It’s also an effort to identify local talent that can be used as leverage for political and monetary gain. Right now membership is by invitation only so candidates can be screened to make sure they have natural beauty are adventuresome and have money and/or are socially well placed. Personal trainers work one-on-one with new students to make certain the young woman gets everything she is looking for in a ballet workout. A typical workout is two forty-five minute sessions with a ten minute break in between and then another interval afterward where the student is given several orgasms as relaxation therapy before she leaves the studio. The regimen is not of course for a new student with little stamina who is not used to such an intensive training regimen. Even dancers from the local ballet company initially have difficulty so it can take training at least three days a week for six months to develop the stamina required to complete a 2 ¼ hour class safely. Did I mention candidates also need to be focused and determined to succeed in all they do?

Tanaquil asked John and me to stop by the new Edinburgh studio to sample the level of service and give her our feedback. She had submitted our résumés several weeks beforehand and they had been approved. John was to sample the men’s option of sex with a student member of the studio after her ninety-minute workout while I went thorough the entire two hour and fifteen-minute women’s session. There is a very small male contingent so far as there are so few young, wealthy, virile, socially prominent men in the area. However, unknown to John the primary purpose of our visit to Barre Girls was to entangle him with Taryn’s adult services organization so thoroughly that he would be unable to refuse any request I made of him. Since I’m not going to be able to marry John I thought it best to tie him to me in a way that would put him under my control.

A teen and her anal plug: I talked to the hard bodied blue-eyed blonde who was to be John’s partner after her workout. She said she was 19 y/o and perhaps she was. For sure she wasn’t a regular Scottish student, but had been especially recruited for the occasion by Tani. She was an illegal refugee from Moldova who spoke very good English had been a corps member with a minor Russian ballet Co. I gave her a NATO M10 gasmask (the one with cheek filters) to wear during their penetrative encounter and helped her adjust the straps to make certain it sealed properly on her face. I told her he liked the idea of sex with a mysterious masked woman and she promised to give him an encounter he wouldn’t forget.

I was certain she would since I had helped her insert a hollow 8 oz, 7 inch long, 1 ½ inch diameter steel anal plug that would mimic being constipated and limit vaginal expansion during penile penetration making her vagina exceedingly tight especially when she was penetrated while en pointe. The sphincter groove on the plug was shaped so that it was almost impossible for the wearer to expel it by just bearing down. When I asked she said it was uncomfortable to wear during sex, but she was used to it and the reaction she got from men who had sex with her when she wore it made the discomfort worthwhile.

The Barre Girl timed her encounter with John so I could watch her, “fuck his brains out” was how she described what she intended to do to him and I was looking forward to watching their encounter through one of the full length wall mirrors that was a one-way window into the studio from an observation room from which the HD cams that were recording the studio encounter were controlled. Although John had been in the studio during her entire workout and watched her practice clothes darken with sweat as she exercised she had entered without acknowledging his presence and exercised as though she was alone. It was only after her workout that she greeted him demurely in her sweat soaked practice clothes; pink seamed tights, a full bottom black cami leo and a pair of filthy Gaynor pointes that had seen a lot of hard use. Even though the platform padding was shredded the shanks were still in good condition and supported her slim ankles and high arches quite well. She pulled on the gasmask over her long loose blond hair and John helped her arrange it so it flowed down her back in a cascade of spun gold. He watched eagerly as she tested the seal while she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was looking directly at me as I sat within four feet of her on the other side of the mirror watching the encounter. She was gorgeous!

She presented herself as a novice unfamiliar with ballet sex and let him take the initiative to guide her and he began by fondling her crotch as she stood en pointe with her feet in second leaning back against the barre. Then he slipped the straps off her shoulders, exposing her high pert sweaty breasts and sucked at her nipples before stripping her of her leotard. He rolled the sodden fabric over her hips and it dropped to the floor where she stepped out of it and with a flick of her pointe kicked it back behind the barre. He rolled the waistband of her tights down over her hips and it was only then when her freshly waxed pubes were exposed that there was any indication that she might be more sexually experienced than she first appeared. I could hear John talking to her during foreplay as he caressed her clitoris until she gasped and mewed while having a lovely clitoral orgasm. He fingered her labia and found them engorged and slippery wet with her natural lube and he knew she was ready to be penetrated.

He had her turn around so she was facing the barre had her spread her legs and stand sur les pointes a la seconde bent over at the waist holding on to the barre. Just before he stepped between her legs he noticed the safety tab on her anal plug tight against her perineum and in the view from one of the side cams I watched him raise an eyebrow, smile and finger it briefly before stepping between her legs. He spread her labia with his fingers and carefully placing the tip of his shaft that was dripping his own natural lube against the oculus of her introitus he pushed and with a single thrust all eight inches of his shaft disappeared inside the blonde teen. She shuddered, gasped and moaned then her body stiffened and she screamed as he rammed her cervix. John kept thrusting as deeply as he could go, loving it each time he rammed her cervix and she shuddered, her screams muffled by the thick rubber of her gasmask.

Gas-tabs: It was then that things started to go badly wrong for her. I was watching the time since she sealed her mask. They were seventeen minutes into the encounter when she began to show signs that the dissolvable gas-tab that I had stuck inside the masks spit-sump had begun to release an odorless nausea gas after the humidity and sweat in her mask caused the outer coating to melt. The gas-tab is a standard (and universally detested) part of an escort’s training. It releases a nausea agent to simulate a crisis that could occur during a gasmask or dive encounter so the trainee can learn to manage the event safely before she encounters a similar event while with a client. Neither John nor the blonde were aware of the gas-tab being used and unfortunately it seems the teen was allergic to the gas which caused her not only to vomit and collapse, but apparently have a heart attack just as John was planting his seed against the thin latex membrane of the diaphragm she wore to protect her cervix. By the time I got into the studio she had stopped breathing and CPR was ineffective! Damn! I just wanted a video of him polling a Dick-A-Chick! Sigh!

The good news: The good news was that the gas-tab had been totally dissolved by the stomach acid from her vomit so there was no evidence of a precipitating agent, but just in case I bagged the mask and on the way to dinner afterward we stopped on a bridge and I threw it into the River Dee. Tanaquil uses only orphans so as a newly arrived illegal alien with no family she was easy to make disappear with no one to ask questions about her wellbeing or whereabouts. Tani had given me the cell number of a trawler captain who does disposal work for her so I called and he sent two men with a van and laundry cart to pick up the body. They were wearing balaclavas and the cams were still running when they draped her corpse over the barre and had unprotected vaginal sex with it before dumping it in the laundry cart. On the positive side the accident is a huge plus for Taryn’s snuff video business as there is an enormous demand for ballet dancers being snuffed during sex as well as ballet necrophilia! I’m thinking there must be a lot of guys almost as kinky as Adolph to get off watching that! So she got a twofer out of the fatal encounter.

As the disposal team was leaving I mentioned that the body still had a steel anal plug inserted. Apparently they forgot to tell the trawler crew because a few hours later after they put to sea and were running the body through the wood chipper used to make chum for fishing the steel anal plug jammed the blades and the shear pin broke. There was no real damage to the chipper blades, but someone had to pull the anal plug from the half shredded corpse before they could finish the job. I got a call from the captain who started giving me hell for not telling anyone about the plug. I referred him to the two men on the pickup crew who I told about the need to remove it.

This leaves me where I wanted to be, with video of John having sex with a girl who dies in his arms while he is filling her with his seed. I don’t think I’ll ever need to use it, but my copy has already gone into a bank vault for safekeeping.