Boxing Day, diving the well

This year Monday 28 December is Boxing Day

The Photo: A caution to frenzied UK after Christmas sales shoppers

Blackthorn Barony and Boxing Day: The Oxford English Dictionary gives the earliest attestations of the term as being from England 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'. However there are indications that gift giving to tradesmen and servants on the day after Christmas began long before that name was attached to the custom.

Presently in UK Boxing Day is the day after Christmas. However, because Christmas is on Friday this year Boxing Day is celebrated on the following Monday, December 28^th. These days in the UK, Boxing Day is a bank holiday when the after Christmas sales begin. Traditionally ‘Christmas boxes’ contained money or presents and the Barony’s ‘boxes’ for employees who have performed satisfactorily throughout the year contain a sum of money equal to at least 10% of the servants annual wage. The Barony’s boxes are distributed to employees by the Baroness on the afternoon before Boxing Day and to tradesmen and others on Boxing Day itself.

 For her female employees my predecessor Edith, as 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn, began a tradition in the late 90s of allowing most of the Barony’s women servants to travel to London aboard The Dragon the night before to attend the sales on Boxing Day. The minimum staff that stayed behind on Boxing Day to provide hospitality services to the castle are taken to London for the sales aboard The Dragon the following Monday. Anyone who has been in domestic service in a major household knows how tightly they are run so having time off with meals, transportation and lodging (sleeping aboard the Dragon in very comfy reclining seats) on their employer’s dime is very rare. Although the excursion is not entirely w/o oversight since very junior staff are in the care of senior staff members on the trip to ensure no harm comes to them. Male staff gets an equal amount of time off to hunt or fish on Barony land. So that has proved an extremely popular tradition.

Multi-bed hyperbaric chamber: The four bed industrial multiplace hyperbaric chamber (MHC) was the last piece of major equipment installed in my dive facility. It was installed in a space reserved for it after I decided that I could rent out the facility as a diver school when I wasn’t using it and needed an MHC to ensure I had the equipment needed to get the necessary approvals and licence. It’s an upgrade from the one that is about six years old that Adolph, my friend in Vegas, has installed for his dive facility that was used also by women in residence at his Spa, The Lorelei, near by.  

Diving the Well: I try not to vary my exercise routine very much regardless of what is going on around me because at my age I can’t afford not to keep my body in top dancing condition. That’s especially true over the holidays when fattening foods and sweets are so plentiful so that it is harder to keep the pounds off. So after my daily ballet barre and pointe classes I’ve been diving the shallower, 64 ft., well for dive-sex with one of the ballet-boys who are here to provide erotic companionship over the holidays. Carla fitted him with one of the Guardian FFMs reserved for guests. I chose him because he is very well endowed, is an avid SCUBA diver and has a reputation as a considerate partner and an awesome underwater fuck.

I find it amazingly exciting to hang restrained by an ankle leash weightless tethered to the floor 64 feet below the surface sucking gas while having my brains fucked out by a marvelous hunky and very experienced lover.  At that depth using regular gas rather than a Nitrox mix I sometimes get just a touch of nitrogen narcosis which heightens my danger if I’m not careful. To avoid that we breathe Enriched Air Nitrox with 32% oxygen (EAN32) to minimize the chance of nitrogen narcosis and extend dive time w/o decompression. Even so I have deco lines and spare air hung in both wells for periodic decompression stops the last being at 15 feet if needed. After sex I love having an afterglow nap while still tethered to the bottom. I have my computer set to alarm when I’ve reached table limits and I need to deco during ascent. Dive-sex uses a lot of air as air consumption techniques are pretty much ignored as you are racing toward and at orgasm so we use 130 cu ft HP steel tanks. That way we can usually have at least three encounters and a nap before we ascend.   

Since it’s after Christmas I’m luteal, I ovulated on Christmas day, so right now I don’t need a cervical barrier for contraception. I just need reproductive tract protection for ‘flood insurance’ to prevent having water forced into my uterus from the hydraulics of a lover’s thrusts if or when my vagina floods which is a common occurrence for women during dive-sex.  Ideal for dive-sex flood insurance is a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm because silicone lube so necessary for extended intercourse underwater can be safely used with a latex diaphragm and unlike arcing and coil spring rim diaphragms the flat spring rim is nearly impossible to under-thrust even when the man is intentionally trying.

After inserting my Reflexions I always squat push, down to force my cervix closer to the entrance to my vagina and use my fingers to express the air out of the dome forcing the stretchy rubber deep into my anterior fornix to be held there by the suction which appreciably increases the strength of the suction in the dome and therefore the strength of the seal and the safety of the device.

Female staff off: Three thirteen passenger vans took the ladies of the castle staff down to Caersws to board The Dragon for the overnight trip to London for the sales. They will sleep and eat aboard the train and the Dragon will be parked at an unused platform at St Pancras so they can breakfast and leave for the sales when the stores open. They were so excited! I’m glad to be able to do something to please them as they work very hard to please me during the year.

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.

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.

Preparations for celebrating the vernal equinox

A solar eclipse very similar to the one we will see in the UK on the vernal equinox 20 March, 2015

The 2015 Vernal equinox: My wards; Bea, Willow, and the Swan twins along with Anya who has been acting as their chaperone while they have been at UNLV since the first of the year, arrived aboard Limnaea II on Tuesday, the 17^th.  They were excused from classes as we had planned with their professors to have them work ahead. They will return to school at the end of spring break which runs from March 30 through April 4^th.   

We are going up to Inverness on my private sleeping car, The Dragon, having boarded late last evening with Marvin. We will stay this evening at Crag Abbey then on the 19^th move to His Grace’s hunting lodge in the mountains over looking Loch Broom and Ullapool in preparation for the celebration of the vernal equinox at sunrise on March 20^th.

His Grace’s Estate manager has been working with Chris, our male Gyn, to select men as seed donors in ritual sex with Aphrodite – in the form of my wards and myself - on the five altars of Location Z.

A complication: There will be an almost total solar eclipse in Scotland this Friday morning, the morning of the vernal equinox. I’m not sure if that is a good or bad thing for our welcoming in Spring, but it has certainly terrified the local Druid community as in the old religion eclipses were said to precede disasters so none of us is sure what to expect.

It’s a bit after 7:00 AM here and as soon as I post this I’m going to try to go back to sleep. I don’t sleep as well on trains as I do on Limnaea II. We are somewhere in Yorkshire at the moment I think.