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.

Virgin Gorda, other’s misfortune and me

A woman before the dive on which she miscarried

Others misfortune and me: Having recently found that I’m descended from ancient British roots on both sides of my family I think that my genetic heritage may explain why I have the cravings for thrills and risk taking I do. For more about that see my January 9, 2012 post: The Winter Solstice and other Holidays.

Some time ago a good friend and faithful reader asked why I crave taking risks for thrills and write about violence, death and tragedy. It’s taken me a while to think about that and until recently I wasn’t sure I had an answer. My therapist (unaware of my family history until recently) thought I had a death wish because I seem to gravitate to the most extreme sexual encounters involving breathplay while wearing a gasmask and rebreather bag or during dive-sex or some other bizarre sexual encounter to get my thrills and he’s still not entirely convinced otherwise.

By wearing pointe shoes as standard footwear (a fairly harmless kink) while at work as my ballet companies AD and choreographer or in the boardroom of the company I own and even while shopping I’m not only able to enjoy my pointe-shoe fetish in public, but have developed a public persona that projects my artistic ability. While within the business community my rivals who thought the ‘cunt in toe-shoes’ would be a pushover discovered how wrong they were when I handed them their asses in one business deal after another when the real-estate and casino bubble burst here four years ago.

My shrink still thinks my fetish for wearing ‘death rubber’ (which I’ve managed to collect from the bodies of women who died during sexual encounters) reflects my need to make up for the loss of my mother when I was a child. He sees my belief that the dead owner’s Chi (which still inhabits such an intimate rubber device) provides me with her spiritual protection when I insert it in my vagina, as a psychological coping device which calms my fears and gives me confidence in my ability to get through dangerous situations safely. I think there is far more to it than that since wearing death rubber seemingly has protected me from serious injury in difficult situations since I began wearing it about five years ago. I’ve been tested by endocrinologists for chemical imbalances and every test has been within ‘normal’ limits so I’m thinking my craving for danger is hereditary and I’m sensitive to the ancient beliefs that every item has certain powers that can be used by sensitives to advance their own devices and desires.

In Vegas I seem to have been passed over for the contract to tidy up after most of the Organization’s periodic efforts to discourage others from encroaching on the profitable portions of their diversified businesses. Or, perhaps they are just using more stealth and guile rather than blunt force. That’s not as much of a loss as it might first appear as I have become so busy with other projects that Organizational clean-up was becoming a problem for me. But I’m still being called when the cleanup involves women so my access to a primary source of death rubber is still in tact which I’m relieved to know.

The dangers of diving while pregnant: The men with us in the Caribbean were Chris (with Cyndi), Chuck, who is our Gyn (with Anya) and Jack (Lord John) with me. I try never to travel w/o a Gyn since we are all so sexually active especially since Chuck saved Cyndi’s life. It was nearly three years ago when Cyndi had her miscarriage while diving the cove with Chris who was then her bodyguard and lover, when she was almost 15. Long time readers may remember my writing about it at the time in my blog entry on Yahoo 360 for January 12, 2009. She was on the pill and hadn’t realized she was pregnant and while in the pit she began to cramp and hemorrhage as she miscarried. Fortunately Chris got her to the surface as we were entering the cove and Chuck was able to stop the bleeding and administer antibiotics until she could be seen by her family’s doctor who was flown in by RAF fighter jet from the UK.

This time we had The Wanton Lass IV, His Graces sailboat, that’s docked at Spanish Town meet us at Charlotte Amalie on St Thomas where we landed ‘Limnaea’, my G550, at Cyril E. King (STT) with its 7,000 ft runway, and take us around to the north side of Virgin Gorda where we anchored it in the cove as a diving platform. The next morning (after ballet class for the women) we took the Lass’s zodiac out to the yacht disappointed that another boat had come in to ‘my’ cove after dark and anchored for the night. The young couple was already in dive gear as we arrived and after a brief hello they began diving the cove as we boarded the Wanton Lass. Most of the cove bottom is sand at a depth of 60 feet after a steep drop-off from the beach except for the south western end which drops off to 100 -120 feet and has the aquifer emptying into the pit which reduces the salinity of the water there and the current has cut a deep channel that leads out of the cove to the edge of the shelf and empties into much deeper water.

After we put on our dive gear we entered the water and as we began our descent we could see the woman was in trouble and her partner was trying to get her out of the pit, but they were caught in the current. Neither of them was wearing a buoyancy compensator and were over weighted for the fresh water they found themselves in. By the time Chuck, Chris and I got to them the man had dropped his weight belt and was struggling to keep the reg in the woman’s mouth while trying to unfasten her weight belt as they were being swept into the channel and out to sea. Chris helped the man while Chuck, Jack and I grabbed the woman and we all inflated out vests to rise out of the channel so we could swim out of the current. Once we were out of the current we ascended to the surface and had the zodiac come and pick us up. We took the couple aboard the Lass and stripped off the woman’s wetsuit. She had water in her lungs but managed to get most of it out while cramping severely and passing fetal tissue.

Once she had passed the fetus and got her lungs cleared she said she had no idea she had been pregnant. From the size of the fetus it was about two or three months old. She was on Lybrel and had been taking diet pills that speeded up her metabolism which flushed the contraceptive hormones out of her body so quickly that the amount of hormones in Lybrel weren’t able to prevent her from ovulating. Chuck cleaned her up, made sure she wasn’t bleeding and gave her a five day supply of a powerful antibiotic and said she should see a doctor at a OB/Gyn clinic in Road Town on Tortola about a half days sail away to see if she needed a D&C. The couple had rented their boat at Road Town so they knew the way and began their return immediately.

Going diving in the BVIs

Deep Bay North Sound Virgin Gorda

Virgin Gorda: Next weekend my Inner circle and I are going to my place on the North Sound of Virgin Gorda for two weeks. Most of the dive gear has already been sent ahead as have our contraceptive supplies: Spare diaphragms in our sizes, DiveGel+, Semécide, FC2s, the new EC med ella and Mifeprex just in case something unexpected happens. It shouldn’t, but with contraception nothings is 100% effective.

We can’t land Limnaea at Beef Island on Tortola (now called the Terrance B. Lettsome International airport) because it only has a 4,600 ft runway so we will Land at St Thomas which has a 7,000 ft runway that can handle the G550 and take a turbo-prop over to Tortola and have a gorgeous sail boat pick us up for the final leg to Virgin Gorda. Cyndi’s grandmother, the Duchess, who lives in a large estate on Virgin Gorda year round, is lending us an under-housekeeper to open and run the staff with six hand picked and experienced islanders so things should be well in hand when we get there.

Wanton Lass IV: The Duchess is also lending us His Graces 95 foot sailboat ‘Wanton Lass IV’ for the duration of our stay. Since this is high-season there I offered to pay but she said the Duke insisted since Fiona, his daughter and Cyndi’s mom, told him how well I’m guiding Cyndi in her education and feminine skills. The Duchess, speaking of her husband, said “The old satyr probably wants to sleep with you!” and I imagine she’s right because I’m sure Fiona has entertained him with stories of our lesbian sexual exploits as well as the number of men I serviced during last years Super Bowl party.

Miss Willoughby and other Guests: Returning readers who read my 360 blog may remember Miss Willoughby, Taryn’s old tutor when she lived with Sal. When Taryn (who is now at Trinity college Cambridge) enrolled at St Lucy’s Miss Willoughby accepted a teaching position there and has been a positive influence on Cyndi and Gigi. Miss W. will be going with us to keep Cyndi and Gigi current with their studies. She is taking her boyfriend, Ashton, along who is a Gyn in town. So we will have two Gynecologists along which is just about right for six very sexually active women.

Also going are, in no particular order: (1) Cyndi & Chuck (a Gyn at our clinic), (2) Anya & Chris (3) Diané & Peter, (4) Gigi & Jon, a young escort who is making a name for himself and (5) Jacques & me which will nearly fill the plane. Returning readers will remember Chris as the SAS officer who impregnated Cyndi and was with her when she miscarried on a dive in my cove in the North Sound. Fortunately Chuck and I were diving the area when Chris called for help and Chuck saved her from bleeding to death

Alain’s condition: A reader asked if Alain is recovering well from his heart attack that occurred during his encounter with Gigi. While hospitalized he had aspiration pneumonia from getting vomit in his lungs, but is almost over that and is getting stronger by the day. His wife flew out and is taking care of him in a pool bungalow at the Hotel/casino while he works on a components contract with a large West Coast manufacturer of ordinance. His doctors object to his working, but he insists. He and his wife should be returning to Paris at the end of next week. He had two stents placed shortly after he was admitted so he is much healthier than he was and so far there seems to have been no lasting damage to his heart. But it may be too soon to tell for sure.