Preparation for the 2017 Vernal Equinox

Miss Nexplanon teasing Morning Wood

The Photo: Pregnant, but not yet showing Miss Nexplanon teasing Marvin as she prepares to go clubbing with him. There is a black garter belt that gos with the rest of the ensemble to complete the look.  

I like wearing something like this with all the straps and fasteners at bedtime so a partner can “help” me out of it while getting us both in the mood. I have found it is an amazing tease! I’ll let him ejaculate in the reinforced toes of the stockings when I’m dressing before adding toe pads, forcing my toes into the blocks of a pair of pointes, pulling the backs up over my heels, wrapping the ribbons tightly around my ankles, tying them snugly and tucking the ends under, out of the way. I’ll do a ten-minute warmup at my bedroom barre letting him watch me doing barre splits and when I’ve finished he is marvelously hard, standing tall dripping pre-cum ready to push his way inside me after he helps me with the straps and fasteners.     

Preparation for the Vernal Equinox celebration: I had thought I would be able to have Tim as my partner on the Celtic altar at sunrise on March 20^th to celebrate the Vernal Equinox, but it wasn’t to be. I had offered to let the War College course he is taking conduct military exercises on my property and house and feed them for the week of the equinox when they are scheduled to hold field exercises. However, after the school sent out a survey party to see if the topography of the area met their training needs I was told that HM’s government was concerned about possible accident liability when holding armed forces training on private property, so they declined my offer with thanks and will train that week in the highlands of Scotland. So, I found myself temporarily w/o a partner for the sunrise celebration of the arrival of Spring.

My wards on Spring break: Returning readers will recall my wards are: Bea a 19 y/o who graduated from St Lucy’s in 2015 and entered Cambridge last fall; Willow a 21 y/o Brit-chick who danced with the Royal Ballet. She is Jack’s natural daughter by an RB ballerina. When released from the company Willow danced in my ballet Co in Vegas. She graduated from UNLV and she is in grad school at Cambridge; The Dryads, Bryony and Claire in their mid-20s and former dancers with the RB who are studying for Doctorates in Clinical Psychology at University College London.

The Cambridge five-week Spring break, between Lent and Easter terms is from Friday March 17^th to Tuesday April 25^th. The girls will be with me for at least the first two weeks and they are bringing boyfriends with them which saves me the trouble of bringing in male companions they may not like.

Marvin, “Morning Wood”, becomes available: Returning readers may recall Marvin: AKA ‘Morning Wood’ is my most recent former psychoanalyst and previous fetish lover. He helped me come to terms with my responsibilities as a Druid Priestess and handmaiden of Aphrodite. However, he is delusional in that he has a fixation that when I’m dressed in her dance or street clothes I am his dead wife Jenna (from her photos we could be identical twins) who was a dancer killed in a car crash along with their 6 mos. old baby a few months before I met him. She was a Soloist with the San Francisco Ballet before their marriage and my looks and ballet background put him almost instantly in my thrall. Fortunately, our pointe shoe sizes (4 ½ or 5 ½when menstrual) and dress size (#2) are the same. She wore a Bloch Alpha (S0104) pointe shoes, with a ¾ outer sole that allowed full display of her and now my high arches, but require very strong feet and ankles to remain centered over the blocks.

When I moved to the UK in January of 2015 Marvin came with me and worked as a psychiatrist in the Blackthorn Clinic in London. With the move, I brought along all of Jenna’s clothes and I was very careful to make sure I brought along her pairs of Bloch Alpha pointes – 24 pairs in varying states of use - that still have her scent in them which I wear during sex with him. I have also bought new pairs of the S0104 style, but use them for training and around home when he is with me and have saved wearing her shoes for when we are having sex which is when I need to be the best Jenna I can be for him. He likes taking me in missionary with my hips on a hard pillow and legs over my head. That way he can smell the scent of the sweat dampened paste in her pointe-shoes while he is thrusting into me.

In the fall of 2015 Marvin was offered a position as a Don at Cambridge. With my encouragement, he accepted and moved to Cambridge to teach at Trinity College. I could have held him in my thrall, but I let him go thinking he had helped me over some rough spots and I wanted to let him reach his potential as an academic and to let him get away from me as I reminded him continually of Jenna. He has thrived at Cambridge and I haven’t had sex with him in about a year.

At Cambridge Marvin developed an intimate a relationship with a post grad student who I’ll call “Miss Nexplanon” who recently fell preggers from their affair even though the Nexplanon (the single rod upper arm etonogestrel implant) failure rate is .05% for both perfect use and typical use because the method requires no user action after insertion. The rod was inserted correctly and it had only been implanted a bit more than a year of its three-year effective life so it was initially thought that her conceiving was just one of those one in a thousand chances. However, Marvin found out that she had not told him or her Gyn that she suffered from epileptic seizures and was on an anti-epileptic drugs (AED) which can reduce the effectiveness of the progestin released by Nexplanon.

It’s not clear if she had been asked what other meds she was on before Nexplanon was implanted. She certainly should have been and there is usually a sheet for the patient to sign so there won’t be any questions later. If the question was asked did she lie or could she have forgotten she was on an anti-seizure med?  Whatever the reason for her not telling her Gyn she was on an AED, the omission put her at much greater risk of conceiving than anyone expected. Marvin offered to marry her, but she left Uni without giving him an answer. So, until she returns or contacts him he is available for stud service and he is an amazingly talented stallion!

Morning Wood and me: Marvin says he liked watching her since she reminded him of the fun we had as she sat on the edge of their bed and Kegel his liquefied semen into a pad then insert a tampon to absorb the last bit that always seems to drain out forever before pulling on her tights. He reminded me that I on the other hand would sit on his face (which she wouldn’t do) and kegal his spunk into his mouth while he parted my labia with his tongue and he would swallow it. He loves the musky scent of my genital secretions after we have had sex so I’d let the last of his seed drain into the absorbent gusset of my tights or leggings. I have happy memories of  enjoying the gusset’s slippery feel against my labia knowing it would provide lubrication when he would push me against a wall and finger-fuck me in preparation for our next encounter.

Marvin and I have kept in contact and I knew that he was no longer in a relationship so I offered, if he was available, to share my bed with him during his Spring break and take him as my partner on the ancient Celtic altar at dawn on the Vernal Equinox. And he agreed! I do so look forward to having his semen draining out of me again! I should be CD17 – three days after I ovulate - on the equinox so I can safely take him w/o either of us using protection of any sort which means I can enjoy having his sperm in my tubes again with no consequences.

Christmas, Boxing Day and Hula Beads Vibrators

A LELO wireless controlled HULA-BEADS vibrator and control unit

Christmas at Blackthorn Castle: Christmas went very well, the weather was cool and mostly dry, with everyone getting what they most wanted as gifts: lingerie and perfume for the ladies and leather goods, Laddie Caddies and wallets for the gentlemen. The ladies also got vaginal training toys, but more about that below. We all are appreciating the time to relax with amiable male companions. And the results of the weekly pregnancy tests were all negative so we are good to go. Not that there was any doubt as my wards all have copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted, except possibly for me as I was fertile the week before Christmas and of course wearing a latex flat spring diaphragm and “belly jelly” – spermicide - for Tim my latex fetishist boyfriend.

Mrs. Bridges, the castle’s head cook, outdid herself for the Christmas meal with roast turkey, chestnut dressing, candied yams, string beans, mince pie, coffee, tea and potent Sloe brandy from the Barony’s own Blackthorn bushes.  

Boxing Day: December 26 was wonderfully sunny up until about 1:00 PM, but that was time enough for my Chamberlain and me to distribute the traditional gifts (boxes) to the Barony’s faithful and efficient staff and tradesmen. 

Etymology, from Wikipedia: “There are competing theories for the origins of the term, Boxing Day, none of which is definitive. The Oxford English Dictionary gives the earliest attestations from Britain in the 1830s, defining it as "the first week-day after Christmas-day, observed as a holiday on which post-men, errand-boys, and servants of various kinds expect to receive a Christmas-box".

The term "Christmas-box" dates back to the 17th century, and among other things meant

A present or gratuity given at Christmas: in Great Britain, usually confined to gratuities given to those who are supposed to have a vague claim upon the donor for services rendered to him as one of the general public by whom they are employed and paid, or as a customer of their legal employer; the undefined theory being that as they have done offices for this person, for which he has not directly paid them, some direct acknowledgement is becoming at Christmas 

In Britain, it was a custom for tradespeople to collect "Christmas boxes" of money or presents on the first weekday after Christmas as thanks for good service throughout the year] This is mentioned in Samuel Pepys' diary entry for 19 December 1663. This custom is linked to an older British tradition: since they would have to wait on their masters on Christmas Day, the servants of the wealthy were allowed the next day to visit their families. The employers would give each servant a box to take home containing gifts, bonuses and sometimes leftover food.

The European tradition, which has long included giving money and other gifts to those who were needy and in service positions, has been dated to the Middle Ages, but the exact origin is unknown. It is believed to be in reference to the Alms Box placed in areas of worship to collect donations to the poor. Also, it may come from a custom in the late Roman/early Christian era, wherein metal boxes placed outside churches were used to collect special offerings tied to the Feast of Saint Stephen, which in the Western Church falls on the same day as Boxing Day.

In modern times, it has taken on the meaning of boxing up unwanted Christmas gifts and returning them to the shop”.

The Twelve Days of Christmas: The pageant, begun on Christmas morning with the presentation of a partridge in a pear tree, continues successfully and has advanced to day five (Thursday Dec 29^th) with the presentation of the five gold rings. The presentation for today (Friday December 30^th), the six geese a laying will be made later this morning. The weather forecast continues to be cloudy and dry which is good for the performers traveling back and forth from the village.

Wireless vibrators for Christmas: I got my wards, Bea, The Dryads (Bryony and Claire), and Willow and myself wireless controlled waterproof vaginal vibis (LELO Hula Beads) for Christmas. I had an ulterior motive as I wanted to test our powers of concentration and having a vaginal vibrator working inside you while trying to hold a développé en pointe is about as difficult as it gets. Returning readers will recall that my wards and I all wear hard shanked Gaynor Minden pointes with sueded tips as play shoes as they provide the best toe protection and support.   

We all have been wearing our Gaynor Mindens and Hula Beads for barre and pointe classes. The vibi is about 3.8 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter at the large end so it fits very nicely behind the pubic bone in women who have a typical – pronounced - post-pubic vault. The anterior end pressing against the back of the pubic bone lessens the likelihood women with well-toned vaginal muscles might expel the vibi during orgiastic contractions.  The removal loop can be tucked inside out of the way. As when using all vaginal toys, we emptied our bladders before inserting the Hula Beads and turning them on. We initially set all the control units to low and left the them in our dancebags during barre and pointe class. The wireless range is about 30 feet and we placed our dancebags around the walls of the studio so none of us would be out of range even during center work. The device has a rechargeable lithium ion battery with a user time of about 1.5 hours and a recharge time of about 2 hours. Wireless Hula Beads make an awesome mental concentration training aid especially for Dominants who want to up our game besting physical diversions while training.

I was pleased to see that my wards who had been training with me the longest, Bea and Willow, and I were able to hold a développé en pointe for 20 seconds or more with the vibi set at medium w/o even an ankle wobble. Bryony and Claire could hold a solid développé en pointe on low. Coming down off a développé test like that and opening the mind to one’s sexual arousal almost always results in an immediate and powerful orgasm so we wind up boneless lying on the floor while we gasp, moan and shudder as waves of ecstasy wash over us or hold on tight to a barre if one is handy and try not to collapse while the orgasm flings us into ecstasy. None of us could hold a développé en pointe with the vibi on high. So, that gives those of us who enjoy that sort of challenge something to strive for.   

A caution to readers who might be inclined to try what I described above. A woman who doesn’t have the mental ability to compartmentalize can easily be brought to orgasm by vibrating Hula Beads while en pointe and suddenly go boneless, fall off pointe and break or badly sprain an ankle.

There is also a hygienic downside to training with an operating vibrating dildo inserted. Even with superior mental compartmentalization ability the wearer becomes fully aroused and for most women not on hormonal contraceptives her natural arousal lubricant gets her very, very wet! Most convertible foot tights don’t have an absorbent cotton crotch gusset and wearing even a thin menstrual pad to absorb the arousal lube draining out during class ruins the line of a hairless mons pubis. So, for now my circle and I are wearing sheer leggings with thick cotton crotch gussets to absorb our vaginal drainage during ballet classes. I have not yet tried wearing Hula Beads while menstrual with a latex flat spring diaphragm inserted for flow control.

End of year celebrations prep

Winter in the Cambrian Mountains Wales, UK

My Wards and their boyfriends have arrived: Bea a 19 y/o who graduated from St Lucy’s in 2015 and is attending Cambridge; Willow a 22 y/o Brit-chick who danced for the Royal Ballet. She is Jack’s natural daughter by an RB ballerina. When released from the company Willow danced in my ballet Co. in Vegas and she graduated from UNLV. She is now going to grad school at Cambridge; The Dryads, Bryony and Claire, in their mid-20s and former dancers with the RB are studying for Doctorates in Clinical Psychology at University College London. Everyone was off on December 2^nd and they don’t need to return to school until Tuesday January 17^th.  They have all brought gorgeous boyfriends so the scent of testosterone laced sweat again wafts fragrantly throughout the castle! They will be with me for seven and a half weeks, wonderful! I’m hoping to take them shopping in London for the sales after the New year!

The Barony and the twelve Days of Christmas: The Barony has always counted Christmas as the first day of the twelve days of Christmas so Twelfth night will be on Wednesday January 5^th in 2017.  After that my plans are still to be decided. Because of the Zika virus scare I haven’t been to my villa in the BVIs for more than eighteen months. I’d love to go and soak in the warmth of the water and sun with my wards. If I decide to chance it, we will leave for Virgin Gorda after Twelfth Night.

Christmas and the Old Ways: Returning readers will recall that my predecessors and I celebrate not only Christian holidays and festivals, but also the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon. In our Celtic celebrations, human reproductive tract secretions exchanged during mating rituals are used during fertility ceremonies. Instead of animal blood being spilled the transfer of seed from male to female in an act of ritual breeding occurs on stone altars where animal sacrifices once were offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic horse and moon Goddess Rhiannon.

The Winter Solstice: This year the solstice occurs on Wednesday December 21^st when I will be Cycle day 12 and fertile. My flat spring latex diaphragm will be filled with fertile cervical mucus which I will allow a lover to remove and lick the stretchy mucus into his mouth to swallow as I take a fresh FS diaphragm out, apply spermicide and insert it being sure to check that my cervix is beneath the dome before I let him penetrate me with his wonderfully long, hard and dripping love arrow.

My predecessor, Edith 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn, was at an advanced age and unable to participate or facilitate so the celebration of celestial events had been discontinued the last few years until I arrived and my duties were explained to me by the Barony’s Chamberlain.  As it has been since I’ve become Baroness, celebration of celestial events will occur inside the massive blackthorn perimeter that shields the altars from the sight of unbelievers. This fall the medieval underground access to the holy site from the castles deep cellars has been restored so it is once again safe to use. That’s good news as it keeps the celebrants dry and relatively warm while moving along the underground passage from the Castle to the Celtic holy site to come up inside the massive Blackthorn barrier.

Blackthorn Castle decoration for Christmas: The silver is polished and all the table linens have been washed, starched and pressed. And hundreds of new fragrant beeswax candles have been placed in the chandeliers and candelabras throughout the state apartments as well as the living areas.  The great hall, library, drawing rooms, my suite and all the guest suites have been decorated with fragrant fresh greenery which has to be replaced every few days as even evergreens begin to dry out after a while. Over the years, the gardner has established an area where he grows pine, cedar, holly and mistletoe to be used specifically for decorating so we are assured of having enough greenery. Given the number of open flames from candles and fireplaces during the year-end holidays my predecessor, Edith 22^nd Baroness, had a hose butt installed and a large hose connected and hidden in the great hall in case a spark starts a fire. With the Yule log, ablaze there will always be a fire watch set, just in case.  

Yule log tradition at Blackthorn Castle: My predecessors at Blackthorn Castle, traditionally had the castle Yule log lit on Christmas eve. So, on Saturday the 18^th in the early morning, after Tim and I celebrate Rhiannon/Rigantona’s equine Feastday in her grotto temple we will have a celebratory breakfast Then I will take my regular ballet class with my wards. After that I will officially open the doors to the great hall so the massive Yule log can be hauled in by a team of horses. One end will be inserted into the huge fireplace with the remaining eighty percent jutting out into the great hall where as it burns it will be winched slowly forward across the hearth and into the fireplace. It should burn for the twelve days of Christmas the last being January Thursday January 5^th, Twelfth-night. Returning readers may recall that this year’s log was selected cut and has been drying for the past year. On Christmas day, it will be lit from kindling made from the remains of last year’s log.

‘Tiny’ Tim for Christmas: I’m over-the-moon about Tim having two weeks leave from his studies in Oxfordshire over Christmas, New Years and Twelfth Night.  Returning readers may recall how well Tim and I work as a mated pair so I don’t expect any problems during the Winter Solstice ceremony although it will be his first time as a mate to a woman during a Goddess blessed ceremony. Afterward, if things go well we both should be high on endorphins and basking in the afterglow during breakfast. Last year, with Marvin, I collected his liquefied semen – more than 10 ml since he came three times - in a Diva Cup so I could use it as a dressing on his salad at supper. I’ll see if Tim can match him this year. Although I think Tim may want to drink it straight away. I invited Marvin, and his current squeeze, Miss Nexplanon, but he hasn’t responded so I suppose he intends to stay in Cambridge with her for the holiday.

My fertility over the Holidays: Since I’m cycling naturally I can’t be certain, however what should happen is that on:

• Sunday December 18^th, for Celebration, of Rhiannon/Rigantona’s equine Feastday I should be CD9 and newly fertile.
• Wednesday 21^st December The Winter Solstice. I should be CD12 and fertile.
• Friday December 31^st, New Year’s Eve I should be CD 22 and luteal.
• Thursday January 5^th, Twelfth Night, I should be CD27 and luteal.  

So, on Rhiannon feast day and the Winter Solstice I will wear a latex flat spring diaphragm for contraceptive protection. On New Year’s Eve and Twelfth Night I will be able to take Tim with neither of us using protection so not only will I be discharging his liquefied semen, but I will have his sperm in my tubes!

The castle’s Christmas Trees: We are fortunate to have a very large stand of red cedar trees (Juniperus Virginiana) on the estate. They were brought to the UK in the 18^th century by one of my predecessors. The head foresters here have been having more planted each year for a very long time and the trees thrive in the cool moist climate with a growth rate of one to two feet a year. When I was growing up in South Western Virginia we always had a red cedar Christmas tree. So, this year I’m having cedar Christmas trees in the main drawingroom, library and my own suite of rooms. The species is a bit prickly to handle, but the cedar’s wonderful scent makes up for that. Cedar is not native to the UK. However, it is particularly well adapted to mountainous climates where they receive winter precipitation which is ideal in the Cambrians as we get the moisture off the North Atlantic.  Not being a native species it is most often found in the UK when planted in parks and gardens of large estates.

My responsibilities: This is only my second Christmas as Baroness and last year it went very well. That was because my Chamberlain has done all the heavy lifting as he has been doing marvelously well for years. Together this year we have brushed off a few cobwebs and I think the villagers as well as my guests will have a fine time.   

I’m deep into execution of the plans for the series of celebrations previously mentioned: On the Winter solstice, on the 21st (I’ll be channeling the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon outside on a cold stone altar so I’m hoping for dry weather), then Christmas for the villagers as well as my estate. Then there is Boxing Day (December 26th) when bonusses are given out to the staff and suppliers of the estate for the exemplary work they have done on my behalf over the past year. Then New Years and festivities during the twelve days of Christmas ending on Twelfth Night, 5th of January. It’s my entertaining busy season and I get chills thinking about it!

It’s a considerable responsibility which if things go wrong I would rightly be blamed. Even though I’m the hereditary heiress and I’m being gradually accepted, I’m still looked on by some as being “not one of us” so I’m still proving myself with the locals. I have an amazing staff and with their help I’m slowly winning them over. One of the wildly popular things I began last year was letting the staff shop at the January sales in London. I paid for their round-trip train fare - they rode The Dragon (my two private rail cars) back and forth - and two nights in a descent hotel and they went in three shifts. On the estate, we managed rather well with some adjustments even though shorthanded for a week.

The staff reduction (during the January London shopping trips) worked so well that my Chamberlin suggested we cut the staff. I declined as loyal, well trained, hardworking service staff are a valuable asset and difficult to come by. The village relies on my estate for jobs and so I have continued the current staffing level. Well, actually staffing headcount had increased when I arrived as in the last years of my predecessor’s life entertaining declined and then ceased so positions had gone unfilled when opened by attrition.  And unless terminated for cause the policy is last hired first fired. Long term that won’t work as many of the staff are approaching retirement age and even training motivated people takes time. Another reason not to let staff go is that many of the new hires are sons or daughters of the present staff and it is important to me, and the estate, to retain continuity and institutional memory in service positions where possible.

The forecast is for cool and cloudy weather in the Cumbrian mountains for the next several weeks So I’m hoping that comes to pass.

Readers, please pray for me that everything will go smoothly

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.

Visiting a Dryad’s parents

Canterbury West railway station

The Photo: Canterbury West train station in Kent operated by the London & South Eastern Railway Limited, known as Southeastern. Canterbury is served by London’s St Pancras International station. Canterbury East station is a few blocks away and serves the line from London to Dover.

The Dryads parents: The Dryads, Bryony and Claire, are first Cousins. Bryony is the daughter of Lord A**** head of the family while Claire is the daughter of his younger (by 6 minutes) twin brother.  While the family is very wealthy it is thought of by the ancient landed aristocracy as ‘new money’ gotten through manufacturing in the 19^th century and by some Lords of much older families as somewhat disreputable for being in ‘trade’.

My interest in the wellbeing of the Dryads has not been not lost on their parents and Lord A**** has invited Nikolai and I down to the family seat which I’ll call Headlong Hall (as it’s right out of a T.L. Peacock novel) just north of Canterbury in Kent. Headlong Hall is a gothic revival monstrosity built in the fifteen hundreds and was a fortified Royalist home during the civil war. In the early 1640s it was captured but not destroyed by the Parliamentarians which some architectural scholars think was a lost opportunity. We will be guests there from this Wednesday, September 16th through Friday the 18^th.

Lord A**** is in his early 50s and in excellent physical condition. He is an excellent shot, a SCUBA diver and a latex fetishist of the most extreme sort. He is a member of the Costume Club so I know he is very well hung, hates condoms and is free of STIs. He likes rough sex and to be whipped with a riding crop. His 4^th wife, the present Countess, is 26 y/o and was a French ballerina and is younger than her step-daughters. She is extremely flexible and is a hypersexual masochist as am I. Lord A**** and his current wife like to swap partners with their house guests so I expect Nikolai will be sleeping unprotected with the Countess and I with Lord A****. I may be spotting as I should be menstrual on the 19^th and I know from his activities at Clever Cunts that he enjoys menstrual cunilingus and sex and eats the bloody contents of his partner’s diaphragm afterward so perhaps I can give him a bit of that.

His wife, who is a latex flat spring diaphragm patient at my clinic (because her husband is a latex fetishist) has a standard (6 bead) copper frameless GyneFix IUD implanted with the strings trimmed off so she can safely wear a diaphragm w/o the worry of accidently pulling it out when she or her lord is removing her diaphragm. It’s my understanding that both Lord A**** and his wife have amazing sexual stamina and they both love Ballet-sex while they are both dressed in a latex catsuits.

I met the Countess socially at a ballet party at the ROH a few months ago shortly after I was appointed minder to Nikolai and she seems like a lovely person. She knew I was Nikolai’s social compass and asked me about him and I suppose she was taking my measure as well as a partner for her husband. My proclivity to fuck the company’s male dancers isn’t really a secret and she was almost salivating as I mentioned Nikolai’s and my social interaction. At that point I knew I would be hearing either from her or Lord A****.

Bryony had told me about her father and the current Countess, his 4^th wife, while I was fitting her for a latex FS diaphragm; about them swapping partners at intimate parties at their home, him rotating through a series of favorite Hostesses at Clever Cunts, and both he and the Countess’s love for sex while in latex catsuits and she en pointe in Gaynor Minden shoes so I knew she must be quite experienced, but then most French ballerinas are which is why they are in such demand as mistresses.

Death in the dive well: Bryony also told me that she had witnessed her mother’s death when she was 16.  She was home, at Headlong Hall, from boarding school on Christmas vacation. She thought her parents were in London for the day and went to the indoor pool to swim and found her parents having underwater sex. They were in SCUBA gear at the bottom of the 12 ft. dive well and he was thrusting into her from the front with her mom’s legs on her father’s shoulders.  She stood frozen watching and said they both appeared to be enjoying their encounter while her father was fingering her mom’s clit and they seemed to climax together. Her mom’s back arched, she gave several strong pelvic thrusts while clawing at her husbands shoulders then shuddered expelled a large amount of air her head tilted back, her mouth gaped open and her reg floated free. Neither she nor her husband tried to put it back in her mouth. The autopsy found a venous Air embolism (an air bubble in her bloodstream) stopped her heart. She had forgotten to insert her latex FS diaphragm before entering the water. The coroner ruled it was death by misadventure.  

Amazingly Bryony doesn’t blame her father as she knew her mom loved living on the edge of catastrophe and feels her mom probably died the way she wanted. However, it has almost certainly caused Bryony to want to participate in very dangerous sexual activity as well as setting her on the path to becoming a psychologist in the hope of better understanding what made her mom and now her take such risks. I think she told me about her mom to let me know what I will be in for when Nikolai and I are guests at Headlong Hall.

Traveling to Canterbury and Inverness:  Nikolai and I will be taking The Dragon (my private rail car) to Canterbury to be with Lord A**** and his wife from 9/15 through 9/18 and then return to London to pick up my wards Bea, Willow and the Dryads and then proceed on to Inverness on Saturday the 19^th to prepare for the Autumnal Equinox. As I mentioned in an earlier post we will be staying with the Duke of M**** at his castle, Crag Abbey, in the mountains to the west of Loch Ness Saturday evening September 19^th. Then convoy to his Grace’s hunting lodge to the north east of Ullapool below the summit of Loc. Z on the 21^st as a staging point for ascending to the celestial temple very early on the morning of the 23^rd Afterward returning to Crag Abbey for a day or two of relaxation before Returning to London on Saturday the 26^th.

Nikolai and the penis-leash

The male ballet basket or package on display.

The photo: A dance belt worn high and proud cupping the family jewels under a pair of tights rolled down over a belt to fully separate the glutes and display the male genitals to advantage. And people wonder why so many women love watching ballet!

Nikolai and Marvin: I’m making some changes in my private life as well as taking on a new responsibility for the next few months. My former psychiatrist and primary lover, Marvin (Morning Wood) has accepted a teaching position at Cambridge University for the upcoming academic year. He has taken a flat in Cambridge within waking distance of Trinity College where he will be teaching. His fixation with me as the embodiment of his dead wife Jenna is in remission which is the only reason he feels confident enough to leave my bed for more than a few days. This will give us both a chance to let Jenna’s stock of Bloch Alpha (S0104) pointes have a rest and allow me to wear only Gaynor Minden pointes while he is away. Marvin has turned over my therapy to a young and brilliant female colleague (‘Elaine’ for the purposes of this blog) who is on the staff at Blackthorn Clinic and who specializes in women’s fetishes and paranormal possession. He thinks she will bring new insights to my case and better help me cope with the responsibilities of being Aphrodite’s high priestess.

Since my wards will all be away from home at college or university I can concentrate on my first loves teaching, performing ballet and sex, not necessarily in that order. I have gotten a marvelous position as a pointe coach for the premier ballet company in the UK and it is only a short ride by car from my place in Eaton Square to the ROH.  That car ride incurs a daily congestion charge (about £11.5 per day) to drive in to Covent Garden, but the Sloan Square tube station (which is closest to my place in Eaton Square) is on the Circle Line and Covent Garden is on the Piccadilly Line so I would have to go one stop east on the Circle line to Victoria station change to the Victoria line and go one stop north to Green Park and change to the Piccadilly line and go three stops east to get to Covent Garden and the ROH. I’d rather have the convenience of the car and not worry about the weather, crowds and not having to wait for a train so to me it’s worth it.

Which brings me to what I think, at least for now, is a marvelous opportunity by working for the ballet at the ROH. In addition to teaching pointe I have been asked to be a coach and social mentor for a young (26 y/o) Russian male ballet star who is dancing with the company this season. My job as a social mentor for him could be challenging as he has a tendency to go off the rails in social relationships. He has only been with the company since the first of the year and has already gotten into several situations with young female corps members – two pregnancies and two terminations - and the mandarins are hoping by having me mentor him I can help him smooth relations with other company members and in his private life he won’t cause as much unfavorable publicity for the company off stage as he garners favorable publicity in his marvelously performed professional roles. He appears in this blog as ‘Nikolai’ which means Victorious; conqueror of the people in Russian and he lives up to that nom de theater!

I asked why I had been chosen since one of the senior women dancers or an administrator could better represent the company than I can. The answer was that none of the company’s women wanted to get near him as he is very seductive and sexually reckless. The senior administrator who asked me to mentor him knows of my intimate relationship with The Duke of M****, a major donor to the ROH, and his son and that my mentoring of Willow, who is the Duke of M****’s granddaughter and in the corps, was a good indication of my success in dealing with difficult personalities. So it was thought if anyone could keep Nikolai more or less under control it might be me. I know they think that if I fail the failure won’t tarnish the reputation of a senior company member and they can always say, “Well what do you expect, she is an American” even though I now hold one of the oldest hereditary titles in the UK.

So I was introduced to Nikolai as a technique coach and we liked each other immediately. I have introduced him to Alexei, my Russian Ex-pat neighbor in Eaton Square. He had already met Alexei’s daughter, Veronika (Nika to her friends) who dances in the corps. Nikolai said he thought that Veronika was too young for him and that he liked older more experienced women and thought I was beautiful. LOL! He is a silver-tongued devil, our libidos are about evenly matched and he has had a recent negative full STI panel so I knew he is safe to take inside me with him unprotected. He is a wonderful replacement for Marvin as he is just as well hung and has great bedroom technique and I’m helping him improve his sexual stamina. It’s always nice to have that sort of thing as an excuse to get a gorgeous dangerously sexy bad boy into my bed and with Elaine’s help I can forget about Marvin for a while and release my inner cougar and prey on Nikolai using his lovely hard body to slake my desire for sex with gorgeous athletic young men.

Through our clinic I asked how Nikolai’s ballet partner’s pregnancies occurred and was told that both girls, one nineteen and the other twenty-two, had IUDs inserted which was very disconcerting until I got the rest of the story. It seems the one with the hormonal IUD was taking a weight loss supplement that made her contraceptive hormone much less effective and the other with the copper IUD had unknowingly expelled it and was totally unprotected. I’m not sure how an IUD can be expelled w/o the woman realizing it, but perhaps she lost it while masturbating with a dildo in a hot tub which she is known to enjoy doing.

Pompoir as a psychological penis-leash: I love teasing Nikolai by fondling his package while whispering in his ear telling him what talented fingers he has. In his practice clothes with him encased in two tight layers of fabric he is impossible to get to w/o unbelting his tights, but well worth the effort as foreplay when we have the time alone in a studio. It is amazing to me how men can continuously produce sperm to impregnate their partners when we are in season and how much I enjoy helping a lover out of his dance belt and guiding him inside me to let him have a shot at immortality.

However, with me in my teaching clothes of Gaynor Minden pointes, convertible foot tights with the feet rolled above my ankles and worn over a thong-back long sleeve crew neck leotard Nikolai can easily press me against a mirrored wall slip a hand down my tights to caress to my vulva, part my labia, insert two fingers to stroke my G-spot while his thumb massages the shaft of my clitoris and have his tongue down my throat so quickly I hardly know what’s happening.  

Did I mention what talented fingers he has? By fingering me that way the ease and speed with which he can bring me to orgasm is astonishing even while I’m en pointe and gripping his fingers with my muscles. It shows he has had years of practice. I try not to let jealousy consume me when I think about the other women he has been with and just concentrate on the fact that I now have him in my bed and we are fucking each other’s brains out. I never want him wearing protection while inside me. I love feeling his liquefied ejaculate draining out of me after he finishes knowing that I’m well protected by the stretchy membrane of my barrier against which his hot creamy jets of semen splattered.

Given that he has a powerful libido, a roving eye and younger women are constantly trying to seduce him I needed to make certain that Nikolai is deeply in my thrall. So I have used Pompoir and the Mare’s trick to bind him emotionally to me. I don’t use them enough so that he gets accustomed to me milking his penis or keeping him hard inside me while he recovers to shoot his load inside me again, just enough so he can’t wait for me to do it again. Too, I use Pompoir as a reward for him pleasing me with a ballet performance or how well he treats me when we are out clubbing. What an absolutely glorious situation!  

The 2015 Summer Solstice

Ullapool and Loch Broom looking North West.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Waxed pubes, return to London and Inverness

Mind the gap! A full Brazilian bikini wax

The photo: A young woman who has recently had a full Brazilian bikini waxing with the smooth soft skin of her mons pubis barely covered by her thong.

A full Brazilian: A full Brazilian waxing is the removal of all hair in the pelvic area, front and back. It is a form of bikini waxing, and involves the complete removal of hair from the buttocks and adjacent to the anus, perineum and vulva (labia majora and mons pubis).

The day before we left Virgin Gorda I had my cosmetologist give all my wards and me a full Brazilian bikini waxing. I’ve been getting full Brazilian waxes ever since I begin performing in erotic ballets when I was in my teens so that’s about 25 years. Now very little hair grows back and what does is very fine. Even so I take 800 mg of ibuprofen 30 minutes before I get on the table and it’s over quickly while I catch up with the latest salon gossip from my cosmetologist. Bea, Willow and the Swan Twins have been getting full Brazilians for the past 3 years so they have far less hair as well and our complete recovery interval is about 24 hours, but we do coat our pubes with a soothing aloe vera gel which speeds healing of surface tissues and wear loose clothing for two days. At my age I think a full Brazilian along with the Swiss skin care treatments I’m getting keeps my skin soft, wrinkle free and healthy and me looking like I’m in my late 20s which I think is awesome! I am frequently mistaken for a sister of Willow, Odette and Odile which does wonders for my ego!

How long the results of a Brazilian wax will last depends on a number of things. Hair grows at different rates, depending on the person and sometimes your cultural background and how well the previous waxing was done. The wax my cosmetologist uses is a mixture of natural beeswax and tall oil (also called  pine oil or liquid rosin which is a viscous yellow-black odorous liquid obtained as a by-product of the Kraft process of wood pulp manufacture) rather than the more common synthetic waxes used for regular leg waxing.  I think the blend of beeswax and pine oil gives the dark wax mixture a rather pleasant scent. Beeswax is used because it is felt that it’s stronger, and more effective at removing the thicker, coarser pubic hairs. There are products available to lessen the pain involved, such as topical anesthetics. Sometimes a hair inhibitor is applied, which slows the regrowth of hair and may halt regrowth completely. The results can last up to two months. For my wards a bikini wax will last 4 to six weeks. Because I have been waxing for so long I can go 2 months or a bit longer.

Anya, Paul and the five trainees: Anya and her boyfriend Paul, the Swan Twin’s father, are staying at my place on Virgin Gorda until the weekend to continue to supervise the five girl’s hostess training with their boyfriends in my absence. Then the five couples along with Alice Duchess of M**** will sail aboard the Wanton Lass IV to Charlotte Amalie to board Limnaea II for the flight back to Stansted in the UK. Anya and Paul will remain and be staying at Paul’s place (next to mine) on Lost Cove for a few more weeks.

Alice, the estranged wife of His Grace the Duke of M****, will be staying with me at my place in Eaton Square while she is in town for The Season and shopping for a Fall wardrobe. I’ve come to think of Alice as the mother I never really had and we get along wonderfully well. Her current lover, Brigadier Ellis, will be accompanying her and he and Marvin, my lover and psychiatrist, have become great friends.  

The return to London: The trip back was uneventful. We slept and read most of the way while recovering from our bikini waxings. The maximum distance for Limnaea II (a G650) is a bit more than 8,000 miles at a long-range cruising speed of about 650 mph. The distance from Charlotte Amalie, St Thomas to Stansted Airport, London is 4,172 miles and with the crosswinds it took about 7.5 hours for the flight.  We landed at Stansted at about 5:00 AM British Summer Time a few minutes after sunrise on the 16^th.

The Bentley and two Land Rovers were there to meet us and take us to Blackthorn House in Eaton square where the staff was on hand in the foyer to greet us and take our bags to our rooms. We all showered and changed into fresh clothes before sitting down to a full English breakfast.  Then Willow who grew up and worked in London took Bea and the Swan Twins out briefly shopping to see what the must-haves are for Fall before we were due to board the train for Inverness. 

The trip to Inverness: Charles, my Chamberlain of the Household whose staff runs the Barony, had The Dragon - my private rail car - moved from Caersws, the nearest rail head to Blackthorn Castle, to Kings Cross station. It was attached to the back of the regular June 16^th 12:00 PM through train from London Kings Cross to Inverness which required no transfers. The schedule was 8 hours and 6 minutes for the 568 mile trip which is about 70 miles per hour. So we made very good time. We convoyed from Eaton square to the station boarded shortly before departure and had lunch and supper aboard and just had a wonderful time relaxing though the change from the 70° evening temperature the Caribbean to 50° mornings and clouds in UK is taking a bit of getting used to though the day on the 16^th in London was a pleasant 75°.

We were more or less on time arriving in Inverness at 8:15 PM and the temperature was already in the 50s with brisk wind at the station.  The trip in the land Rovers along the western side of Loch Ness and into the mountains to get to Crag Abbey was uneventful and it was after dark (sunset is now about 10:00 PM) with temperatures in the 40s and a stiff wind at the Abbey by the time we arrived and had gotten settled for the night. 

Pomegranates for Aphrodite: The pomegranate is sacred to Aphrodite who is said to have first planted it on the island of Kypros. The fruit symbolizes female fertility and the marital loss of virginity with the consummation of marriage (from both its red stains and rich seeds). I had brought a basket of pomegranates as an offering to the Goddess in the Roman temple of Venus that surrounds the spring beneath the undercroft of the abbey. Before bed on the 16^th Marvin went with me as I placed the fruit on her altar and then we performed penile/vaginal intercourse while I wore the heavy gold collar of office as her earthly Priestess to rededicate myself to the spread of sexual rapture in her name. Rededication ceremonies like that prepare me for my task as primary celebrant at her mountain top temple on meaningful celestial occasions.

Ballet fetish toe protection, Mitch and fetish hostesses

Slipping on toe pads for ballet-sex with Marvin

The Photo: Putting on toe pads before pushing my toes into the blocks of pointe-shoes. Even in Gaynors and especially in Bloch Alphas for sex with Marvin [Morning Wood] I like to wear toe pads because when in pointes for fetish play I can be on my toes continuously for such long intervals.

Toe protection for ballet fetishists: Since most ballet fetishists are new to ballet and especially wearing pointe-shoes a few words about toe protection might be helpful. First trim your toenails very short. When on pointe if your nails are long enough to be forced against the hard inside of the toe-box there is a good chance that the nail can be pushed into the nail bed causing a painful and ugly bruised nail that can take weeks to recover from and months to grow a new nail. Even if a newbie is wearing correctly fitted Gaynor Minden shoes that have internal padding I think she should be fitted while wear toe pads. That way when she is menstrual and her feet swell she can wear the Gaynors w/o the pads.

Toe pads can also be used as containers for ejaculated semen.  If a guy wants to cum in my shoes rather that having him squirt in the blocks I let him stroke-off into my silicone toe pads (not the lambs wool or fabric ones which just absorb the semen and become matted and sticky) then slip my toes in to the pads to feel the semen squish between my toes then slip my foot into a nylon footie the same color as the pointes I will be wearing to hold the pad on my foot while I’m slipping my feet into and out of my toe-shoes. A caution about being continually in wet toe pads; too much of that and even a woman used to wearing pointes and with protective calluses can find them softening and eroding lessening her protection. Anyone letting her lover cum in her shoes or toe pads where her toes are immersed in the semen should not wear them continuously for too long too.

Toe pads as mementos:  If your shoe fetish lover is into sex when you are wearing pointes and he wants to untie the ribbons, pull off your shoes and suck your toes and afterward wants you to give him the $80 to $120 pair of shoes you were fucked in there may be a low cost alternative. If you were wearing toe pads you can give him the $15 pair of sweaty smelly toe pads as a souvenir instead.  A plus is that he can eat the toe cheese out of the pads after you take class, rehearse or perform while wearing them. The cheese I produce is made up of dead skin cells, nail polish chips, toe tape adhesive, lint, estrogenic sweat and his semen if he came in the pads before I put them on.  

Drone voyeurism: A few days ago we had a little four rotor drone equipped with a camera flying close to and over the terrace on which my girls and I and the porn actresses were sunbathing. We were nude as usual to prevent tan lines so I can appreciate a male operator wanting pics. However, you can understand our reluctance to be photographed under those conditions. When I told Paul, Anya’s lover and the swan twins father, about it he first thought it was a commercial photography company making a video of the bays and coves on the island, but when the unmanned aerial vehicle (UAV) came back to hover a few yards off the terrace three times on a single afternoon it was apparent that it was being used for voyeurism. Paul has access to some amazing special electronic equipment one item of which is a frequency jamming device that makes it impossible to send or receive data from an electronic device within its range which in this case is several hundred yards in a dome 360 degrees in circumference and 300 yards vertically. So we borrowed it and when the sky-spy returned we turned it on and it shut the UAV down and it dropped several hundred feet straight down on to the rocks and disintegrated.  We recovered the video camera and a memory chip that Paul says he can recover the data from so that should be interesting.  

For those readers who are thinking that ‘What goes around comes around.’ given the porn-video crew used a super long lens to capture sex aboard a rental yacht that sailed into the cove several days ago I’ll just say the couple on the yacht had no knowledge of what we were doing while the operator of the UAV that was videoing us didn’t seem to care that we knew what he/it was doing.  Actually, we are leaving the jammer on 24/7 while we are here and we apparently caused the crash of another one the next morning. That one went into the cove near the shore and we recovered it almost intact.  The UAVs seemed to be made in the U.S. Taryn’s porn Director thinks it was probably a rival Eastern European porn group spying on them as Taryn’s porn videos are becoming very popular on the eastern European market.  

Porn video completed:  Taryn’s video crew and actors left the other day and we have had no more visits from UAVs. I was sorry to see the actors go since as new sex partners they all melded quite well with my regular guests and provided welcome partner differences in size, temperament and technique. For me variety in sex partners really is the spice of life and I think that’s true for the men as well.

Mitch arrives:  Willow has been trying to get Mitch to come down to keep her company, in a manner of speaking and he came in to Spanish Town on the ferry to surprise her so we took the Wanton Lass IV around to pick him up. He is a ballet dancer who supplements his salary as a very expensive escort, and is Willow’s main squeeze who I haven’t said much about since he first appeared in my post for December 11, 2013 where I introduced him this way: 

“Willow has been chosen to be Mitch’s primary training partner and he was her date for Thanksgiving. Mitch is an amazing escort, but he is seen by stable management as risky because a good many of his clients have gotten pregnant. Not that it was his fault. The clients were all paying for clean, virile, mind blowing, unprotected, penile vaginal intercourse and that’s what he provides, in spades. He gets all sorts of raves from women whose brains he’s fucked out. When it’s over they lay there gasping, quivering and pleading for more. Then a few weeks later s a few of them complain because they are preggers, and paternity tests (it almost always goes that far) prove he is the father.”

Mitch has followed Willow to the UK and is working as a dancer for a small ballet Co. in London as well as for Taryn as an extremely expensive escort for rich aristocratic women who like dangerous sex. Not that that he is dangerous physically, if you don’t count pregnancy. However, he continues to impregnate a few of his clients if he has unprotected sex with them and the service no longer pays for aborting his babies since they found any publicity from a suit brought by a pregnant client would increase Mitch’s reputation and be counterproductive to her own reputation. You would think a man with that sort of reputation would be avoided, but there are very rich women who know he is dangerous that way and still delude themselves by thinking “It won’t happen to me” so his dance card is as full as he wants it.

A theory: Most of the pregnancies Mitch has been responsible for have been with women who were using some form of hormonal contraception and a few who were using some form of barrier contraception. Marvin wonders if there could be something in those women on hormones who by anticipating their encounters with Mitch might have unintentionally increased their metabolism to the extent that their bodies flushed out the hormones too quickly that were meant to protect them.  No research has been done in that area so it’s speculation on his part. There have been no pregnancies by him with women using copper IUDs so perhaps they are ‘safe’. And I double bag, wear an Oves and a Reflexions Latex diaphragm simultaneously, or am menstrual when I have sex with Mitch. So it can’t happen to me!  I’m kidding, really I am, which is why I double bag!  But the possibility of it happening to me is a huge thrill and makes me wet thinking about it. How kinky is that? Which is why I love having him pump his semen deep into me.

Hostess training: I’m pleased to say right after the Porn video crew and actors left another group of five couples arrived – aboard the same Spanish Town ferry on which Mitch arrived - who are friends of Taryn from Cambridge. She says the girls want to apply to be Hostesses at one of the Blackthorn Barony’s corporation’s fetish clubs. That can be a very challenging job, but the girls are going into psychiatry (as is Taryn) and want actual experience with fetish deviation as it occurs in clubs in the UK while earning some money. When Taryn asked me about it some months ago I agreed I to give them all an opportunity to try if they would get current negative full panel STI screens and GyneFix IUDs ahead of coming to visit us and all have gotten the frameless IUDs with the strings removed and their periods have settled down. I’m not sure they really know what they are getting into, but it’s nice to have them here as they will be welcome distractions from our regular sex partners while I get to see how well the girls react with multiple sex partners. I’ve never known that to be a problem with men and other than the guys being congenial and a good energetic sex partners for the next several weeks I don’t care about them.

I can’t believe I haven’t been able to get to sleep. I’ve been reading an Iris Johansen thriller from 2003 entitled The Face of Deception on my Nook and the plot is amazing! I’m CD3 and menstrual - perhaps that’s why I’m so wide awake, but my periods have never affected me that way before. For the next two weeks our men: Paul, Chris, Marvin, Castor, Pollux and Mitch will be exchanging sex partners with the five new men so the girls and I will have the new men to ourselves for sex. I should be fertile during the last few days they will be with us. I love the scent of a new man and having him thrusting inside me especially when I’m fertile! 

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

Cleopatra beguiling a lover with her pelvic skills

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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