Halloween and Samhain at Headlong Hall

“Majesty”, the Fredville Oak, Kent, UK

The Photo: Majesty photo by Paul Anthony Moore  “In Kent, between Dover and Canterbury, is the small village of Nonington. Just to the south of the village is the Estate Fredville Park home to several ancient trees. The mightiest tree of Fredville Park is Majesty; the Fredville Oak which the famous dendrologist, the late Alan Mitchell, and many others think is the most impressive of all British Oaks. Its enormous trunk has a circumference of 12.3 m (40 feet). There are six oaks in Britain which have an even somewhat bigger girth, but these are all short-trunked pollards, whereas Majesty is a 'maiden tree' with a long trunk up to 9 m (30 feet) height. In total the tree is 18 m (60 feet) tall.” The complete article can be read HERE

Socializing young guests at Halloween: Owners of neighboring estates had been invited to the Halloween house party at Headlong Hall and one family brought two young daughters who their parents said were eighteen and nineteen.  I’m a very good judge of girl’s ages and I would have bet they were not over sixteen, but very well filled out with lovely well toned bodies.  My reputation as a barrier fitter had preceded me and the girl’s mother came to me saying that both girls were on the pill and asking if it was safe for them to have sex with unprotected men. She also mentioned that the girls weren’t all that observant in taking their pills correctly so there was some concern that the girls may not be properly protected by the contraceptive hormones they were taking. Brigitte ensured all the guests had been screened and we had had negative full panel STI tests so the default assumption for sexual encounters was that men would wear no protection, though a partner could ask him to and if so he would be obliged to comply. However, at house parties held by aristocrats it is considered unsophisticated (read naïve) for a woman to ask a partner to sheathe his erection when her only concern is pregnancy which she could take steps to avoid w/o her partner’s assistance.

Therefore, their mother was desperately seeking a way to protect her daughters w/o them having to ask new male house party friends to wear condoms. It was something I understood all too well. Fortunately I had a half dozen Caya diaphragms and tubes of ContraGel spermicide aboard The Dragon parked on a siding  at the Canterbury station so I had Emily, my dresser, to pop down to the station and pick up two Caya packs containing one Caya, ContraGel and a reusable vaginal applicator and my set of diaphragm fitting rings. Then I fitted the girls who were reluctant to admit that hadn’t been taking their pills correctly. So Mom sat in a spare bedroom with her daughters while I checked that their pelvic anatomy would allow proper use of a Caya. What that meant was that their vaginas had to be of a size that that takes a conventional diaphragm no smaller than 65mm or larger than 80mm as well as having deep post-pubic vaults to take the relief arch on the anterior end of the rim. In their case my concern was the depth of their post-pubic vaults would be insufficient and that their vaginas may be too small, but all was well as they both had deep P-PVs and took 65mm rings when not aroused. Then I had them insert and remove the Caya several times and when inserted feel that the cervix was under the dome and how to apply the spermicide in the dome – no more than a teaspoon full, 5ml. When we were through their mom and I could tell the girls were relieved and one said she felt grown up having been fitted for a diaphragm a device specifically used for pregnancy protection that couldn’t be explained away as oral contraceptives can for treating skin conditions and regulating cycles.

Celebrating Samhain: According to Irish mythology, Samhain (like Beltane) was a time when the 'doorways' to the Otherworld opened, allowing supernatural beings and the souls of the dead to come into our world; but while Beltane was a summer festival for the living, Samhain "was essentially a festival for the dead". The Boyhood Deeds of Fionn says that the sídhe (fairy mounds or portals to the Otherworld) "were always open at Samhain". Reference

Sex with Majesty: Since I was the only one wanting to celebrate Samhain - which is typically celebrated from nightfall on October 31^st to nightfall on November 1^st I needed to be in the presence of something alive and very old.  Alistair who saw to it that he was my partner for the weekend said he knew just the thing and agreed to accompany me to one of the great trees in the UK where I could celebrate Samhain by performing my breeding ritual of thanksgiving and present my oblation of pomegranates to the Goddess. The massive oak, Majesty, is located at Fredville Park which is about12 miles down the A2 toward Dover from Headlong Hall. We made the trip after midnight in his Land Rover it took about 20 minutes to get into the park and to the magnificent oak. It’s on private property so Alistair had arranged with the owner for night access.

Majesty’s size can’t really be appreciated at night, but that was made up for by the serenity of the spot and the weather which was cool and dry but of course the ground was muddy from earlier rain and so there I was again in Gepettos leather ballet-boots, but this time getting them muddy. I didn’t worry about them leaking as they were well soaked in Obenauf's boot oil, but the insides get soaked anyway from my sweat. The good news was that there were no spiral stone stairways to climb.

When planning this trip I had no conscious plan to observe Samhain, but in retrospect Aphrodite must have been guiding my subconscious. Precognition I suppose. Why else would I have brought a black leather catsuit (because oily perfumes will destroy latex) a matching leather duster and a custom made scent from a Paris perfumery; a spicy scent of frankincense with cinnamon and a little sweet rush topped off with anise and coriander worn at my wrists, back of my neck and behind my ears. And, I brought along four brass charcoal censors with insulated handles and lids so they could be used outdoors and charcoal briquettes to burn a mixture of Frankincense and Myrrh, two pounds of granular Frankincense and Myrrh though we hardly used more than a quarter pound and a half bushel of pomegranates. The censors I set around the base of the tree at the four cardinal points of the compass and placed a circle of pomegranates around each censor before lighting it. We collected the censors after we were through with our breeding ritual and left the fruit for the deer to consume on Aphrodite’s behalf.

The sex in the presence of Majesty was marvelous! Gusts of wind moaned through the branches and a waning moon still bright shone intermittently through the clouds making the whole scene rather spooky. From the soft rustling overhead it seemed as though Majesty still wore half his leaves though they were quite deep on the ground. I wore the thick leather ‘duster’ coat over my custom made front zip leather catsuit so that when I leaned back against Majesty the rough bark wouldn’t shred the leather. The double ended front zip and being penetrated while more or less vertical allowed Alistair to unfasten my front close clip and zip sports bra and milk me before and after filling me with his thick, hot and very plentiful seed. The scent of warm breast milk from leaky nipples, sweaty leather, and the heavy musk of wet oak leaves mixed with my perfume gave the encounter a particularly robust bouquet. Our mutual passion and delight proved again what a thoughtful and accomplished lover Alistair could be.  

 

The 2014 Vernal Equinox and Roman engineering

Stacks of peat drying near where they were cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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