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.

Urination in drysuits, Testosterone at Splash Pt II

Floating in an Avon heavy rubber drysuit

Urination in drysuits: A frequent reader has taken me to task for an incomplete answer, after I raised the topic of urination while diving in my blog entry for October 25, 2010. She complained that I mentioned wetsuits but did not cover the options for a diver wearing a drysuit. There are several options for urinating in a drysuit some of which are more satisfactory than others.
• There is the ‘try-holding-it’ option, in my opinion the least satisfactory as it diverts the mind from enjoying the dive and if the diver is determined not to pee in his or her suit it shortens the dive considerably.
• Using a Pee Valve installed on the suit that allows both male and female divers to vent urine outside the suit – if it is working properly. For more about Pee Valves click here. Most of my male dive friends use pee valves but I don’t like them because they interfere with using a vaginal vibrator.
• A third alternative is self catheterization which has fallen out of favor since the advent of the Pee Valve. I’ve tried it and I really hate the feeling of the tube in my urethra and if the balloon deflates or the tube catches on something and the catheter pulls out you pee on yourself anyway. Additionally for women wearing a Penetrator plug with a vibi head for G-spot masturbation is compromised (well, it was for me) by the tube in my urethra.
• Another is to wear an adult diaper. Adult diaper technology has improved dramatically in the last few years and this is my fave alternative if I’m going to be in a drysuit for any length of time. A Penetrator plug (with urethra vent) can be worn to stimulate both the clitoris and G-spot.
• Finally the ‘wear-nothing-and-pee-in-your-suit, option. This is only satisfactory if you plan to intentionally flood your suit. Flooding a drysuit can be risky depending on the type suit and what - if any - other buoyancy devices the diver has available. The shoulder entry suits are the hardest to flood and nearly impossible for the diver to get watertight again by him or her self. My fave suit to flood is the latex HydroGlove that has a fold seal around the diver’s waist. It’s easy to reseal, but very tricky to re-inflate since it is intended for shallow water and has no constant pressure inflator valve so when submerged air has to be inserted past a wrist seal.

Women, relationships and risk in Vegas: My friends try to stay away from serious relationships with men outside the adult entertainment industry because the guys don’t understand what it takes for a woman to be successful here. A girl has to continue to push the envelope if she is going to be any sort of success, which means elbowing the competition out of the way if necessary. It also means continually training to keep a hard flexible bod and well toned pelvic muscles because men are amazed (and some are creeped out) when a small woman who they think of as being frail can ripple-grip a guy’s penis giving him a massive orgasm w/o breaking a sweat while he has her gripped tightly in his arms and is focused on staying as still and deep in her as possible. A hard bodied professional can also crush his shaft with her vaginal muscles. A girl doesn’t want to do that often or she can get a reputation as a ‘man-eater’, but if he won’t behave you have to do what’s necessary to get his attention. After his erectile tissue is crushed a guy is never the same. Transplants, implants, pumps, injections there is only so much even the best urologists can do even at a cost that will put their grandchildren through Harvard.

So a professional must keep up her training regimen which is three hours of ballet; barre, center, technique and pointe as well as two hours of pelvic training- when not with clients - every day. Guys outside the industry love it when they can partner a girl during parts of her pelvic training, but so many of them don't understand the need for a professional to constantly train. They take the girl for granted and become possessive which for them is a huge mistake because she has a long list of other admirers to choose from. It’s a given that a girl will eventually age out as a professional just as dancers and models do, but even with a modest formal education girls can make it to an upper tier with looks, talent and hard work where they can save a lot of money for retirement or to start their own business.

Towel Girls and testosterone at Splash Pt II: The puzzle has been solved. Returning readers will remember that in my entry for October 25, 2010 I wrote about a Towel Girl at Splash who claimed she was having masculizing side effects from excreted testosterone metabolites in club member’s urine and semen. The team of doctors at Splash, a Gynecologist and an Endocrinologist, insist the literature does not support her assertion. The medical team also conducted a complete inventory of the supply of drugs on hand in the small pharmacy at Splash and found a shortage in 10 cc vials of testosterone. Two were missing as were a quantity of disposable syringes. The TG who claimed the masculinizing side effects problem was interviewed and admitted taking the missing testosterone and self administering injections of it over an interval of 26 weeks in order to increase her stamina while with some of the more highly sexed club members. Her leave of absence was changed to immediate termination and increased security has been instituted at the pharmacy.

My wedding fantasy

Gillian Murphy and Maxim Beloserkovsky in Sylvia

ABT’s performance of Sylvia: We had a great time in NYC at the wedding and at my place on Virgin Gorda. In NYC we slipped away for a few hours to attend an ABT performance – at Lincoln Center - of ‘Sylvia’ the three act ballet by Frederick Ashton and it was marvelous! We had great seats row N starting on the aisle in the orchestra. Gillian Murphy (the auburn haired poster-girl for Gaynor-Minden) danced Sylvia and Maxim Beloserkovsky danced Aminta. Delibes music was beautiful and they were marvelous together! The performance was such a delight!

Sampling the Groom: The wedding went well. Everyone enjoyed Pirate’s gift, the sex for the wedding party. I hadn’t seriously intended to pursue a fantasy I had, but the opportunity arose as I was chatting the groom and one thing led to another. We were standing so close that as he rubbed against me I could tell he was really happy to see me! So, I’m pleased to say I was successful in having a quickie with him! It was only out of professional curiosity you understand - to see what sort of technique he would bring to the marriage bed. He is well hung and when aroused is about 7 or so inches long, but what I loved best was that he is at least 2” thick making him a really tight fit which was beneficial for us both! I was drippy wet by then being in the midst of a fantasy so we only used my natural lube. I had had his medical records hacked (just in case things got that far) to find out more about him and he had just had a complete physical, including a full panel of SDI tests, so I knew he was safe. He had no such assurance about my sexual health, but when I offered him a condom he said he never used them, but he did ask if I was protected and I said yes, but didn’t tell him what I was using. Fortunately the timing was right and I was CD27 and wearing an Oves cap so I was quite safe. Had it been two days later I would have been having my period and have been wearing a Milex diaphragm. There would have been no concern about pregnancy, but there is a certain amount of blood that coats a partner’s penis when a diaphragm is being worn to collect menstrual flow because the diaphragm moves around and the vaginal walls are coated with blood. So while there isn’t a huge mess a partner still has some blood coating his shaft when he withdraws.

Thinking back on our encounter I may have spoiled him for his bride. I certainly hope not, but I ripple-gripped him the third time he took me, when he began to falter and trying to please a man who has been ripple-gripped can be a hard act to follow. I hadn’t intended to ripple-grip him but we had so little time (about 30 minutes) alone and I wanted him to take me more than once. When he began to wilt while drilling me for the third time in 20 minutes I couldn’t let him drag things out and possibly fail to perform just ahead of his wedding night (What a psychological downer that would have been for him!) so I sucked the semen out of him with my vaginal muscles. All he could do was tighten his grip on my shoulders, quiver and gasp “Oh my God!” over and over with an occasional “Dear god, or an Oh shit, you have an amazing grip!” I love being able to surprise a new man with the strength of my pelvic muscles! He is a big well muscled man 6’4” and 230 lbs and my face was buried in his thick brown pelt of chest hair. I loved smelling the scent of his soap and sweat as he was crushing me in his arms! When I finished him off he collapsed on top of me gasping for breath and I had to struggle to roll him off me as he so large. Afterward, as he recovered, I Kegeled his load on to the sheets and then made up the soiled bed. He couldn’t walk for a few minutes and I thought surely someone would catch us because we were in the bedroom of the suite where the bar stock was being kept, but finally he got dressed and staggered out and I followed a few minutes later with no one else in the wedding party being the wiser.

Laying Pipe in Vegas

One type of industrial pipe layer

Slim, sleek and at my peak: Very early this morning, after class, I was in the stirrups at my Gyns having tested negative for hCG, the pregnancy hormone. She fit the stabilizing cup over my cervix and locked the rim in my pubic notch. Then she attached a sterile 4mm cannula onto the hose connected to the vacuum pump and we were ready to rock and roll. After my EVA, I keep wanting to refer to it as an manual extraction, I inserted one of my Milex Omniflex diaphragms and was good to go. A few minutes later I walked into Body Buffers and my Esthetician slathered my bod with a hair stiffener and then hot wax and in a few minutes, with the exception of eyebrows and scalp hair I was totally devoid of body hair. Actually, there isn’t very much left after having been waxed regularly for 24 years, my first time when I was 14, so there is very little discomfort any more. But the first time, as a 14 y/o, having all the hair around my pubes ripped out was breathtaking! Even now I shudder when I think about that first time, but we all have to start somewhere. I still slather a pure aloe vera gel on immediately after waxing and wear it around the house for an hour while it is absorbed in to my skin then shower and rub in more aloe vera before getting dressed for the day. When I’m menstrual like this I’m at my secondary libidinal peak, the primary is the 6 days each cycle when I’m fertile, so I’m looking for action later today.

Stalked by a pipe layer: I do a lot of my shopping late at night or very early in the morning after I get off work. You can meet some interesting people that time of day. Recently there was a guy I recognized who I kept coming across in the grocery, pharmacy and outside Fasteners, our casino’s bondage boutique. I’d seen him before in several of the heavy latex clubs w/o his mask on so when I came out of the chastity belt section of Fasteners and saw him fondling some cuff shackles I knew I was being stalked.

For me, being seriously stalked seems to be a seasonal thing. Well, I’m stalked all year round and sort of used to it, but I’m rarely approached except during warm weather. Perhaps that’s because in cold weather I’m in pointe-boots of one sort or another most of the time. Pointe-boots seem to make the wearer fascinating to watch, but give the impression of being dangerous if approached. Of course that’s not really true except in rare instances, but that seems to be the male perception because pointe-boots look menacing, like something a Domme would wear. However, pointe-boots (or ballet boots) are so often worn by untrained women that the girls are easy prey because they can’t run or even walk quickly in ballet heels and they don’t have the strength or training to use the heels as weapons. A knowledgeable stalker can tell a lot about a woman’s skill in her boots by how confidently she strides in them. That information is important for to a stalker because there is a chance that the guy could run into someone like me who fights in pointe-boots and can defend herself cutting an attacker to ribbons with the blades in the heels of a pair of fighting boots. But that wasn’t the case the other night.

It was still warm at 3:00 AM and I was in a pair of pink satin Gaynors, Gaynor Minden pointe shoes for the newbies reading this blog. I wear Gaynors while shopping for the same reason that dancers wear them for pointe-sex, they show off our legs wonderfully! And the practical aspects of Gaynors are that the shoes with their polymer shanks and blocks do most of the work, are comfortable when en pointe and the shanks and blocks are nearly indestructible. In addition, since I’m a dancer most of my strength is in my legs and the blocks and platforms of Gaynors make marvelous weapons! But pink satin, or even black leather, pointe shoes appear far more feminine and far less threatening than pointe-boots which I think is why I’m approached when I’m in pointe shoes but not when I’m wearing ballet heels. Perception is totally the reverse of reality, but there you are! Go figure!

So, there I was coming out of Fasteners with my special order custom made titanium mesh chastity belt and my stalker was standing right there fondling the stainless steel chains on a display of shackles by the entrance waiting for me. He couldn’t have been more obvious if he’d been holding a sign with my name on it! Really! I mean, no one fondles shackle chains at 3:00 AM in Fasteners, right? Not that Fasteners isn’t a marvelous place to shop if you are deep into BDSM and need the really hard to find bits and pieces, but as a pick-up spot at 3:00 AM I’ll have to admit it’s pretty quiet. However, since he followed me in I thought why not give him a shot, right?

He asked what I thought of a pair of shackles that were advertised as being designed for a woman. I asked if he was looking for a gift for a girlfriend and suggested the titanium shackles which are smaller, stronger, lighter, and more expensive and were on display further inside the shop where he couldn’t have kept watch for me. He decided against purchasing shackles (Who could have guessed!) and asked where he had seen me before and we agreed it was at Gepettos Latex & Leather. I remembered him as an industrial strength pipe layer who ruined the evening of his first lottery partner, a UNLV senior in a heavy (rental rubber) enclosure suit and gasmask. He was out to lay as much pipe as he could and he wasn’t being a gentleman about doing it. He repeatedly rammed her cervix and she was obviously not having fun but didn’t want to tell him to stop. In a place like a fetish club a girl gets a bad reputation if she tells a partner to stop. That’s not how it should be but those places are very macho with their own code of conduct and women are supposed to have done enough research on a partner ahead of time to know his tastes and her physical limitations. At Gepettos the woman is given a printout of her lottery partner’s bio with his measurements and likes and dislikes so she gets to say no before any commitment is made so no one looses face. Solo women usually do their due diligence and are the safer and happier for it. A few don’t, and pay the price. That night with my pipe laying stalker and his partner a bartender stopped their encounter when she lost consciousness. She was being held in place in a bar-sling and was wearing a muffle guard so her airway was kept open and her screams were suppressed. It’s very noisy in there anyway so no one was really paying attention when the staff brought the chick around, got her out of her rental rubber and helped her get to her car. My stalker - pipe layer got in line for another lottery partner and this time the girl could take all of him comfortably so the outcome was mutually satisfactory. Guys! I’m sure my stalker had fun the first time too since the staff waited until he got off in her before they stepped in.

In my case the question was should I have him wear a condom? I always carry some textured ones in my clutch or dance bag, just in case. I like the textured ones because if it turns out I need him to wear one at least I get more sensation from him in textures, but I’d much rather take him bareback so his semen will drain into my thong for hours afterward even if I Kegel most of it into a tissue immediately after he withdraws. I love having a man shoot his wad in me when we are skin-on-skin! Then I know biology is giving him it’s best shot at immortality and it’s up to me to block his chance of impregnating me if I can. I love that risk! Even though I know it’s very small. But to get back to the condom question, to find out about his sexual health required a full STI panel or an up-to-date medical card and we could look at his health card on-line or have an STI panel run at my casino’s meat market, Naughty Pleasures which was on the far side of the complex, so I took my car and he took his and we met at Naughty’s. It turned out he was as safe as medical science could tell, which is pretty good these days with the recent HIV detection enhancements so it was skin-on-skin and he was marvelous! We were in a small private barre room at Naughty’s that is set up like a ballet studio but which includes a bed and wet bar. I ended up having him four times! The last time I ripple-gripped him and he was peeing blood afterward so I was pleased to know I’d gone some way toward payback for the UNLV Co-ed he had abused, though I didn’t laugh at his pink stream and burning urethra. I just suggested he stop by the clinic (it is open 24/7) and be treated for strain. The last I saw of him he was walking a bit funny to get to his car, on his way to the clinic.