Sex at Dover Castle

A stone staircase in one of Dover Castle’s towers

Arrival at Headlong Hall: Nikolai, Bryony, Claire and I traveled aboard The Dragon, my two car private rail-office, attached to the train departing St Pancras International at 7:04 AM and arriving at Canterbury West at 7:57 AM. Lord A**** sent two Land Rovers to the station to pick us up and take us to Headlong Hall. Brigitte, Alistair’s lovely young ballerina 4^th wife had invited three of her female dancer friends and a few of their male dancer friends from the POB for the Halloween house party as well. As soon as we had settled in Alistair took the men skeet shooting for the rest of the day. Brigitte took all the girls for a tour of the grounds then after a light lunch took us on a tour of Canterbury cathedral.

Friday evening Alistair and I compared notes planning my costume for fetish ballet sex at Dover castle which he wanted me to see. Actually, he wanted to fuck me in a fetish latex ballet-sex encounter with me in a rubber catsuit and leather ballet-boots while on a rampart of the castle at sunrise while I was fertile. Actually I had ovulated on Friday but an egg can still be fertilized 24 hours after release so I was still fertile. It was one of his fantasies that I was pleased to be able to help him fulfill and if we hadn’t done it then we wouldn’t have been able to do it for a few months since the castle will revert to winter hours the first of November.

We left Headlong Hall at 5:45 AM while the rest of the guests were asleep as sunrise was at 6:45. It wasn’t as though Brigitte didn’t know what we were going to do with me strutting out to the Land Rover dressed in a latex catsuit and leather ballet-boots with my figure on full display, but I wouldn’t be returning with muddy boots this time as I did in late September when Alistair fucked me against a mossy wall in Blean woods. So we left Brigitte and the girls to play with the male guests especially Nikolai whom she had her eye on ever since we arrived while Alistair took me on a trip he euphemistically called ‘sight seeing’, which in a sense from his perspective it was.    

Sunrise over the English Channel: Dover is only 18 miles from Headlong Hall so it was a short drive south east down the A2 and with almost no traffic it took us less than 20 minutes to get to the car park at the castle. Timing was a bit tricky since the castle hours are from 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM. However, Alistair, Lord A****, has a friend on the staff who let us in early and took us to the spiral stairway leading to the top of the tower so we could watch the sunrise over the English Channel. We then had several hours alone at the top of the tower. The open hours change on November 1^st and the castle is open only on weekends so our timing was perfect! Fortunately it was sunny a sunny morning with relatively low humidity so visibility was wonderful and we could have seen the coast of France 21 miles to the east if we hadn’t been looking into the sun. The sun rising over the channel was gorgeous!

Ballet-boots on ancient spiral staircases: Fortunately I’m still training in ballet-boots so while I didn’t race to the top I set and kept a fast pace to the top. Alistair wanted me to go up ahead of him so he could watch my hips swing from side to side and the zipper of my custom tailored latex catsuit sucked deep in my butt cleavage as I mounted the stairs. I moved my hips just a bit more than usual to give him a really good show! Going up an ancient stone spiral stairway can be treacherous even barefoot as the stone has worn unevenly from thousands of footsteps over the years. Doing so in ballet-boots is almost as bad as climbing en pointe in toe-shoes except that there is the heel of ballet-boots to rest some weight on if the steps are wide enough to take both the platform and heel. I think trying the climb in poor quality boots would be very dangerous as the toe-boxes tend to collapse while the wearer is climbing in them and ankle support isn’t there.

However, in a pair of Gepettos lightly armored boots with the unitized titanium toe-box and shank and replaceable titanium heels the boots were as comfortable as possible and provided the support needed if my calves could stand the exertion, which with some effort I managed w/o complaint even though I was in the boots continuously for several hours.  Ankle support on ancient floors and staircases is particular important because the surfaces are so uneven and with no ankle support when en pointe in toe-shoes even if the wearer has particularly strong ankles it’s extremely dangerous!   

Afterward, I found walking down the tight spiral staircase from the tower more difficult that going up as I felt I had to hold myself back from going down too fast and loosing my footing. Perhaps it was that I was so loose and still floating in afterglow from being fucked boneless and even though I had Kegeled most of his load out on the roof the remainder had liquefied and was draining into the zipper crotch of my rubber suit where it became cold and slippery quickly which was a distraction from where I should be putting my feet.

Ballet-sex while fertile watching the sun rise: The temperature was in the low 50s (F) with a light wind from the north across the top of the tower. I was sweaty from the climb and could feel the sweat running into my boots which is why I had worn thick wick-away socks to keep me feet relatively dry. I wanted to keep my hood on but Alistair wanted to see my long red hair blowing in the wind and since I was wearing a pair of large sun glasses that kept it our of my eyes and long soft blowing hair fed his fetish I let him strip off my hood and tuck it in his jacket pocket.

He had told me what he wanted me to wear the previous evening so I had prepared. Friday I was CD14 and ovulated so even a day later I still needed to be very careful or end up carrying his child, until I could have at sucked out. Even so, I decided to wear only an Oves cap screwed down tight on my ripe, high, soft and open cervix with the removal loop in my anterior fornix – so it wouldn’t interfere with him thrusting into my posterior fornix, my P-spot, to give me an orgasm when entered from behind. I brought along one of my Death Rubber latex flat spring diaphragms if we changed our minds about in which position I was to be penetrated. I decided not to double bag even though I was fertile and had ovulated the previous morning as I have been wearing Oves alone for protection for at least ten years and have never had a pregnancy scare and because wearing a diaphragm when being entered from behind would interfere with him being able to plunge to the bottom of my posterior fornix because the rim would be in the way.

The Mare’s Trick: As I mentioned the weather was perfect and the clouds to the east over France lit up in glorious color as the sun rose behind them while Alistair stroked off thrusting into my P-spot to give us both very strong orgasms as I bent over with my elbows and forearms on one of the crenels between the merlons in the crenellated wall while I watched the sun rise. He was so gentle opening my relief zipper and fingering me to see how aroused I was. I unzipped his jeans and helped him get his erection out where I found he was already erect and dripping pre-cum. Once he entered me with my feet in second position he bent over and fondled the barrel of my clit so I came easily before he got his rhythm and his thrusts caressed my P-spot with his glans enough to give me a powerful deep pelvic orgasm. After he came I performed The Mare’s Trick for him, bringing my feet together, closing my thighs tightly and clamped down with my thigh, vaginal and abdominal muscles to hold his still erect penis tight deep inside me to prevent his erection wilting while he recycled so he could take me again. He has marvelous recycling stamina for a man his age and he did within five minutes! I let him pull out after asking him to stay inside me for a while so we could both enjoy a few minutes of the marvelous afterglow while still fully mated.  We got back at10:00 AM just in time to join most of the guests for a full English breakfast.

Equinox, eclipse and posterior fornix Pompoir

2015 vernal equinox solar eclipse in the UK

The Photo: Showing where the 2015 vernal equinox could be seen in the UK. The eclipse technically started at 07:41 UTC and ended at 11:50 UTC, but in the UK you were probably safe to get up and outside at about 8am being sure not to look directly at the sun. The eclipse peaked (at up to 90 per cent coverage in the UK) at around 9.30am and the sun was no longer masked much by the moon by 11am. At Location Z the sun was eclipsed 98%.

The Equinox and the eclipse: This vernal equinox celebration was very different primarily because of the eclipse. Given that sunrise was at 6:24 and the eclipse began at 7:41 we had an hour and 17 minutes to get the ceremony on the altars over with which was plenty of time. And physically the couples on the five altars performed well together and I finished up with the old bull himself taking me in missionary as the final act of penetrative sex on any of the altars which ended the official celebration.

The robing and consumption by all altar participants of several cups each of potent Gorse brandy and the consuming of Viagra by our inseminators so they would be far less likely to suffer from erectile dysfunction because of the cold began at 7:00 am.  While it was in the mid 40s F at sea level at Ullapool it was below freezing at location Z and the peat fire pits were just enough to melt the ice on the five altars so it could be swept away relatively easily. The Goddess allowed a footwear dispensation in that she permitted the demi- Goddesses and me to wear Gaynors so our pointes wouldn’t melt and fall apart during the icy rain. The area surrounding the altars had been reworked with several inches of gravel over drainage channels so that the rain immediately drained through and ran off rather than pooling as it had in the past, but still our pointes were soaked on the short walk to the alters.

Then ten minutes before sunrise the five concelebrating couples were all led to the altars where the demi-goddesses and their inseminators were positioned first then my partner and I were led by Jack to the main altar which had been freshly swept free of ice.

Pompoir, woman astride and Tiny Tim: I took my crofter inseminator inside me on the primary altar exactly at sunrise (6:24 GMT) both of us covered in our shearling robes. His nickname is “Tiny Tim” and he is massive; at least ten inches long and easily two inches in diameter.  I was the only one of the Priestesses who could take a man that large w/o running a substantial risk of being injured. A 19 y/o, he is just learning what he can do for a girl with the equipment he has at his disposal. 

I straddled him and while facing away and wearing for protection only a tiny transparent silicone Oves cap screwed down tight on my ripe cervix guided his glans between my labia and slowly lowered myself on to his length. I wore only the Oves though I was very fertile and ovulated that day and felt quite safe as an Oves has never displaced in the more than ten years I’ve been wearing them. 

I had rotated my Oves cap to position the removal loop in my anterior fornix since I knew because of his size I needed all the depth I could get which is why I took him astride and facing away so he would naturally position into my posterior fornix for maximum depth and didn’t want any interaction between the removal loop and his glans.

Taking him astride was a lovely haunting experience with the wind moaning through the tone-holes of the standing stones that encircle the holy site. Even though it was lightly sleeting and the clouds covered the site so the large peat fire pits around the five altars – eighteen pits in all as we lost two on the Northern altar when the edge fell in to the valley ages ago - burnt off just enough of the fog so I could see each of my four wards on the other altars who were all in missionary with their partner’s covering them so they looked like piles of wet shearling robes. 

At the completion of the ceremony Jack came to guide away the demi-goddesses who had lain covered by their partners while His Grace had his way with me. Marvin came to escort me and the sexually sated Duke of M**** back to the robing tents so we girls could warm up and insert menstrual cups to collect our partners semen when it liquefied - which typically occurs between thirty minutes and an hour after ejaculation - to be consumed at a ceremony later in the day.

Unintended consequences: The sad thing about us having sex with His Grace’s Crofters is that we may have ruined them as far as sex is concerned with any other women they may meet since our pelvic grip and the ability to milk a partner’s penis with our vaginal muscles far surpasses even the initial grip of a scared virgin. So in all probability the ritual sex as an offering to Aphrodite on the occasion of the vernal equinox is the best penile/vaginal intercourse the boys will ever experience and all their other women will be compared against the pelvic skills of the goddesses who took them. I think that may be unfair to the men in some way, but then life is often unfair. 

The eclipse: With the heavy cloud cover it took a while after the start, at 7:41 AM, for it to begin to darken again. At about that time the wind died down and the birds went silent as they do at night. We had decided to stay at the Holy Site to experience tes eclipse as it was thought more dangerous to try to go down the mountain in the dark than to ascend it. From about 8:00 AM to 11:00 AM we enjoyed a full English breakfast from His Grace’s kitchen staff who had accompanied us. Physically other than it getting pitch black again before the sun came out from behind the moon it was pretty boring for which I was grateful. At about eleven o’clock we loaded up as by then it was quite light again and got down the mountain and to the hunting lodge w/o incident. There we had the ritual burning of the ceremonial robes and the priestess’s sodden Gaynors from which the smell of burning polymer was horrible and we all stood up-wind to avoid breathing the fumes which in quantity can be toxic. We all had more Gorse brandy and this is where the priestesses emptied our menstrual cups with our coitial discharge into our equinox sex partner’s goblets of gorse brandy and they drank it down.

The Druids and the eclipse: His Grace checked with the leader of the local Druid community and they seemed to have gotten through the eclipse safely and the sky didn’t fall as some had predicted. The Druid priest attributed their safe deliverance to having held their own ceremony in propitiation for the local community’s sins. I was pleased that their leadership had chosen to hold a total community ceremony so that even the more troublesome radicals among them were kept busy involved in ritual sacrifices and weren’t out causing mischief in the countryside.

 

Pussy packing: Too much of a good thing

OMG! Where am I going to put all that? I can’t take it all!

The photo: A silicone enhanced training associate finds she is to be mounted by an exceptionally well endowed escort candidate. We often use college girls as training associates to work with our male escort trainees. The girls get a good hourly wage, but no benefits. However, they do get to meet a lot of interesting and talented men. The girl’s maternity and abortion coverage is through their student health or parent’s insurance policies.

Too much of a good thing: Physically women can take a man of superior girth far more comfortably than one of superior length since with length the cervix often gets in the way. Pirate’s stable of stallions is noted for some with amazing length and girth and as there is inevitable staff turnover we try to replace them with the same or better qualified men. It was Mae West who said “Too much of a good thing can be wonderful” However, it can take a tall girl with a long vagina or masochists like me and the women in my circle to take everything on offer from some very well endowed escorts with whom we train. Even though we are willing and enjoy a heightened level of pain there are limits which we have been taught to recognize. Working and playing within those limits we shouldn’t have a uterine prolapse with the ligaments stretched or torn and find one day the cervix is protruding from the vagina.

A great many massively hung men who come to us have experienced rejection by potential partners because they were actually hurt during penetration or were so afraid of being hurt they never allowed penetration to be attempted. So there is some psychological stroking of male egos as we teach well hung men to be gentle and use their equipment to delight their partners w/o damaging them. Note that I did not say not scare or hurt them, to an extent, both of which can turn an otherwise routine encounter into something truly special when the woman comes out the other side of a scary encounter exhausted, moaning in ecstasy and wanting more.

For me a massively hung man is a fun challenge and I enjoy helping train him to be a talented and considerate partner. I’m fortunate to have a deep posterior fornix and when I’m fertile I can comfortably take a 9 ½ inch man. When I’m to train with Mr. Big I give myself an enema first to make sure I have as much room as possible. The male’s psychological situation can be troubling if he has a temper and sadistic tendencies. I’ve been with awesome trainees who were marvelous in bed and then w/o warning something changed and they began to hurt me severely and wouldn’t stop. With one I had to shred his back with my nails and another kick him in the head with the platform of my pointe shoe. Fortunately we were in missionary at the time. If I was being taken from the rear against a barre or on my hands and knees when those men snapped my options would have been far more limited.

When escort candidates have that sort of problem they are dropped from the program. But there talent is not wasted. They are referred to another group who offers STI free brutal rape experiences for a price. Some of which can include hospitalization afterward (in Adolph’s private hospital) and none of which are reported to the authorities afterward. Returning readers know Adolph had to be involved in something that misogynistic, right? That’s one reason that the suites at The Lorelei are as thoroughly soundproofed as they are. You would be surprised at the number of women who come out here to purchase that sort of an encounter. With that sort of thing both partners undoubtedly have severe mental problems, but there is a niche market and it’s very profitable.

Screening Training Associate candidates: As you might imagine there is considerable interest in Training Associate positions from girls who have very high sex drives and an interest in hunky men. I’ve found that in agreement with a recent study that found women on hormonal birth control prefer less masculine men all of our training associates prefer ruggedly hunky men and none are on hormonal contraceptives. That’s not enough to confirm earlier findings, but highly suggestive that a woman’s natural hormones help her select more masculine partners. Most TAs have been fitted with copper IUDs and the rest use diaphragms. The diaphragm girls are in demand because a lot of the European women who frequent Adolph’s Spa, The Lorelei, wear diaphragms and book from Pirate’s stable of stallions so the men need to know how to please a woman who is wearing one.    

Physically we are looking for young women with deep vaginas, deep post-pubic vaults, tight vaginal muscle tone and a deep posterior fornix as well as being athletic or a dancer, having a great personality and beautiful. The pelvic exam comes first and separates the sheep from the goats and leaves us a smaller pool of talent for the rest of the screening.

Breast implants: Women with breast implants are accepted into our Training Assistant program. However, breast implants can be a mixed blessing. For flat chested women they can be a way to a more feminine figure while for the insecure they can be a sense of pride and status. The down side of implants is that many of them need to be replaced after about ten years and women who have elected to have very large implants often have back problems from their weight as they age. Then there is the possibility of leakage or bursting when the woman is hit in her breasts, which happens all too frequently for trainers, dancers and entertainers.

We turn away TA applicants who are:  

• On Depo Provera because of the increased possibility of broken bones due to bone density loss from using Depo over time.  
• Girls who are Anorexic as that also leads to bone density loss and an increased possibility of broken bones and.
• Women who have not had the full three shot series of the HPV vaccine, Gardasil, until they complete the 6 month series of injections.