The 2014 Summer Solstice

The mountains behind Ullapool on Loch Broom

The photo: Ullapool in the foreground with light clouds obscuring the mountains where Location Z is located. Sunrise on the Summer Solstice (June 21, 2014) was at 4:18 British daylight time.

The weather at Location Z:  There was light rain and the temperature on the Holy site was 42° F with an 11 mph wind from the west. It wasn’t as miserable as on the 2013 Winter Solstice, but it was not pleasant. I just can’t seem to give up hoping for a sunny day on the site during a celestial celebration. Statistically there is an average of 14 rainy days at Ullapool in June while there are 21 rainy days in December. So there was about a 50% chance we might avoid rain, but didn’t.

However, the peat fires in massive fire-pits liberally sprinkled with incendiary powder to eliminate smoke and sparks burnt off some of the cloud directly over the altars so visibility around the altars and priestesses’ and inductee’s tents was good and the laying of tons and tons of packed gravel up the reconditioned mountain road and around the altars and tents made walking around to get from the dressing tents to the altars far easier by not having to wade through mud. As Priestesses we were all wearing Gaynors and the rain didn’t affect our ability to work en pointe in ascending and descending from the altars and the polymer blocks and shanks along with the satin fabric and ribbons held together well and provided their usual support even when soaked.  

Aristocracy Vs. Workers: For the 2014 Summer Solstice His Grace decided to concentrate on inducting eligible sons of his titled friends.  Lest readers think the old bull was indulging in snob appeal, much of the reason for investing sons of the well-born into the old ways rather than virgin males from working class families is that the pool of virgin working class males on His Graces estates has been depleted by our inducting so many at one time. One could argue that we needed to harvest virgins where we found them while they still retained their virginity. But still, there were a finite number within His Graces estates and currently it is depleted. So, each of the four demi-priestesses and I took only one inductee each for at least three acts of penetrative intercourse on the five altars with first penetration beginning at exactly sunrise, 4:18 AM BDT. 

Virgin prepping: There was some fear on our part that the inductees might not fully appreciate the delights of the female body. None were younger than 16 and all truthfully said (we have ways to verify that they weren’t lying) that they had never had penile-vaginal-intercourse (PVI) with a human female which while not impossible was difficult to believe as they are all eldest sons who will inherit the family title and are in demand socially. All are well hung, uncut, strong, handsome and from a woman’s perspective very sexually desirable young men. They admitted to repeated acts of anal intercourse while wearing condoms as that was the nearest they could get to a vagina in a boys-school and several admitted to fucking Ewes on their father’s estates.  Which says a lot about how sexually repressed the British upper classes are. 

The inductees had joined us at the Abbey on Tuesday so we had an opportunity to work with them and they got to watch the women’s and Terry’s morning ballet class and we were pleased to note the erections interfering with the drape of their slacks; always a good sign in a woman’s prospective sex partner. Since they hadn’t been around unclothed female bodies we also taught them what the clitoris and G-spot are and how to gently manipulate them with the fingers and tongue during foreplay to effectively arouse a partner. Then gave them time to practice, after some additional coaching, giving us clitoral orgasms the male effort left them aroused but unsatisfied so we needed to give them relief.

To release the blood pooling in the virgin’s pelvic areas after fondling us to orgasms we gave them oral, blowing them at least twice a day and immediately prior to sunrise on the 21^st, with the hope that having routine sexual releases up until we relieved them of their virginity they would all last longer while we were coupled on the altars. Too, we also gave them, as a “nutritional supplement”, 50 mg of Viagra at 3:00 AM with breakfast on the solstice just in case any of them might have performance anxiety. And as I mentioned earlier we were hoping to get at least three orgasms from each man if they had the stamina and were looking forward to having the men do most of the work. 

Secondary altar precedence: With the four secondary altars available on the North, South, East and West of the principal altar all my girls are major participants. 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 today the wind was from the west. Willow had first choice for this celebration and being a granddaughter of His Grace 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 in the spring; 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 from the west we did not insist she and her partner wear safety harnesses.

Sunrise on the Solstice: Before the ceremonial procession of priestesses to the altars we all had the traditional cup of gorse brandy to dull the chill. The brandy distilled on His Graces estates is celebrated for its sweetness and potency by brandy aficionados. I’m pleased to say that our aristocratic teen inductees didn’t disappoint in their vigor and stamina, though they were somewhat lacking in manual fingering and penile thrusting techniques, which was understandable under the circumstances. Wrapped in hooded shearling robes when mated and the inductee thrusting into us for all he’s worth we were all warm enough.  Even with oral sex three hours before mounting the altar the boys couldn’t last more than 5 minutes w/o ejaculating so with only one virgin male each it took less than 45 minutes to transfer as much of their semen into our vaginas as they and we were capable of, having to ripple grip all of them when they tired while trying for four in a row and began to wilt.

As is traditional His Grace mounted me on the main altar after all the rest were finished and he was in good form lasting 15 minutes before spewing seed against the soft rubber dome of my Reflexions flat spring diaphragm. As I’m CD22 and luteal today there was no danger of my getting pregnant from sex during the ceremony, but I feel more fully dressed for success with the thin stretchy latex membrane protecting my cervix. I suppose it’s a girl thing!  Jack had to help him off me, and from that I knew I’d given him a really good tight ride.

Afterward: The ride down the mountain with us all wrapped in our shearling robes and drinking another cup gorse brandy was uneventful. At the hunting lodge we had the ritual burning of the priestesses and initiates shearling robes, hoods and shoes.  I’m pleased to say that using the incineration powder the polymer in our GM pointes burnt completely w/o smoke or odor after which we had lunch.

During lunch His Grace spoke to the young men who had given up their virginity this morning telling them of the small sacred society which they had just joined and suggested that they recruit any virgin friends they thought worthy of consideration for induction into the old ways. Then the young men were escorted back to their homes all over the UK and the rest of our party departed for the Abbey wanting to get there before dark when a storm is forecast.

 

Motivational sex

A Semina silicone coil spring diaphragm and its introducer

Travel agents behind-the-scenes tours: One of the things that have kept our casino/hotel profitable during the recession is that we are offering ‘award tours’ as motivation for selected top-selling adventuresome women travel agents in up-market agencies. We offer them a chance to have an adult adventure behind the scenes in the Vegas entertainment community and offering that sort of an adventure has been a great motivator in increasing our bookings, especially in the area of adult entertainment. It’s not intended as a gender specific thing, but so far it’s turned out that way. Think about it, how many men have you seen working as travel agents? The women we select from the travel industry are usually single, between the ages of 35 and 45, pretty, in good physical condition and are self motivated. A few are single moms which is not an issue with us as it makes them that much more intent on making a sale.

Everyone awarded a “behind the scenes tour” is checked for STIs and hCG. We tell them that it’s a normal part of Vegas life (which it is in our part of the entertainment industry) and the tests are free so while we sometimes get a strange look there is so much else going on it’s soon forgotten. We test so we know exactly where we stand infection and pregnancy wise so we aren’t allowing a pregnant chick to dive because she could later claim the pressure caused birth defects or other complications and we need to know about their sexual health to protect our tour guides. Our male escorts offer unprotected sex (no condom) if the woman wants it so she can experience ‘Mr. Muscle’s’ load draining into her thong while he takes her to dinner in a nice restaurant and dancing.

Child Care: We have very few winners bring their children, but if they do we are prepared. We have a deluxe day-care facility for hotel guest’s young children. For tweens we take them to see magic shows or movies and for those over the age of consent we have special programs. Teen daughters can be more easily entertained by an afternoon in a dance class or watching a rehearsal and for boys we have them work out in the gym or take a SCUBA class with a male escort.

If the boy is over the age of consent and his mom says it’s ok we may take him to Naughty’s for a soda and a blow-job. We don’t come right out and ask “is it ok for Bobby to be blown” we just ask if it’s ok to give him a taste of Vegas while chaperoned, and they usually agree. We wouldn’t intentionally give a virgin his first experience with vaginal penetration, (unless asked to) but we do ask enough questions to tell if he has been sexually active. The kid is normally blown away (no pun intended) and comes back raving about what a great time he had watching the pole-dancers. They always seem to leave out the part about the dancer letting him remove and smell her shoes and swallowing when he unloads in her mouth.

Men and head: I don’t know what it is about males that make them so pleased when we swallow their ejaculate. The dancers entertaining the teen males have had recent full STI panels so the kids are in no danger. And, the boy leaves with a swagger in his walk. OMG! That is so cute to see what effect his first professional blow-job has on a boy! When I give head I always swallow. I like the feel of the thick hot fluid sliding down my throat like a huge glob of mucus from a sinus infection, but with a much better, taste. I love the thought that my stomach juices are digesting the hundreds of millions of sperm in his load any one of which could (if I wasn’t protected) give me his baby if he pumped it in to me from the other end.

A virgin in Vegas: We had one tour-winning mom ask that we give her 17 y/o son his first vaginal sex. She was concerned that he wasn’t assertive enough. She said he was shy around girls and thought “where better for him to learn about women than in Las Vegas”. I could argue the point either way, but it’s something we are prepared to handle and the mom signed a waver telling what she didn’t want him doing (no anal sex, but cunilingus and fellatio were ok) so there wouldn’t be any ‘misunderstanding’ after the fact. We also videoed the encounter, so if there was a difference of opinion about what actually occurred during the encounter we would have a record.

There are so very few 17 y/o straight male virgins in Vegas that I took responsibility for his sexual education myself. It was an opportunity worth more than rubies! He is polite and smart a National Honor Society student and into hiking and rock climbing so he is in wonderful physical condition. I thought he might be shy because he thought his package was undersized, but it turned out it was just the opposite. He appeared to have normally sized genitals, but when he became aroused he turned out to be equipped with a giant-economy-size package that was at least 2.5 inches thick and 8+ inches long. When I saw him aroused it was all I could do to keep from smiling which I was afraid he might misinterpret. I was so pleased that I had the feeling he was special and had taken him under my wing for his entry into manhood, sexually speaking. I told him what a wonderful gift he had been given, but that he would need to be gentle with his girlfriends. I let him watch and told him what I was doing as I inserted a Semina diaphragm and we talked about how he needed to be sure his girlfriend was protected before entering her. He said he thought “girls had hair around their pussies” which gave me the opportunity to talk about how most female dancers in Vegas had waxed or shaved pubes so their abbreviated costumes would fit better.

I taught him how to give oral sex and loved it afterward when I could smell my musk on his face and taste my fluids on his lips as I taught him to deep kiss. I taught him to breast feed (gently) and he proved to have the stamina one hopes to find in very young virile males entering me gently and taking me five times the first afternoon and four more that evening before I had to ripple-grip him. Afterward, during pillow-talk, he said: “I thought you were going to suck me so deep inside you I’d be coming out your mouth!” That conversation was caught on the video which I thought was cool! I loved him ramming my cervix, but he wasn’t nearly big enough to hurt me! I told his mom when they left that she had a wonderful son and she needn’t worry about his performance with girls. She seemed relieved. When he starts dating at home the girls will be all over him like white on rice, and lining up for a chance to be taken by him.

Preparation for dive-sex: The tour winners have all heard about and want to experience dive-sex so we give them some preliminary training where if they aren’t SCUBA qualified they take a basic SCUBA class using an Ocean Reef Space Raptor FFM. They are fitted for a diaphragm for use as a gas guard and shown how to use it. We also show them how to use a diaphragm introducer that holds the diaphragm (either a Semina coil or Reflexions flat spring rim) in its compressed position for ease of insertion. [An introducer is shown with a Semina diaphragm in the photo at the top of this entry.] The women are also given a diaphragm under-thrusting class, in a studio (not underwater) to let them experience what under-thrusting feels like. Included in the tour winner’s dive-sex encounter is a guaranteed three orgasm minimum with a gorgeously virile and well hung escort, which is usually the high point of their stay in Vegas.

Our escorts do not under-thrust during dive sex for safety reasons. We give the women the under-thrust class so that if they have dive-sex again they will know if their partner is under-thrusting the dome of their diaphragm. If they think their gas guard has been compromised by being under-thrust during submerged sex the wearer should immediately terminate the encounter at least long enough to surface, remove, reinsert and reseal their gas guard before continuing with the encounter.

The tour winners are fitted with either Semina diaphragms and have dive-sex in one of the twenty foot deep training pools; or, for a very few who we are courting because of their contacts, they are fitted with a latex Reflexions flat spring (suitable for dive-sex below 30 feet) and use Nitrox II to dive ‘The Pit’ the 68 ft. deep pool at my home. That last bit drives my lawyers wild and increased my insurance premiums, but I can write that part of the insurance premium off as a business expense.

Elke and conservative activists

An Ocean Reef Neptune Space Predator FFM

(Showing the surface air vent – the black knob on the left behind the air hose connection)

Elke’s discipline dive: Adolph had several days with the well unoccupied by a discipline trainee, because his current trainee had 5 ribs fractured during a squeeze encounter. She was being stubborn and doing extremely well withstanding her drysuits squeeze until she reached 165 feet when her ribs suddenly cracked and she fainted which ended the encounter. She will be ok but she won’t be diving for at least several months. Adolph training operation is self insured through one of his corporations so cost isn’t an issue but rescheduling the trainee to complete her training is a bother. However, since the well was unoccupied that gave Elke an opportunity to satisfy her masochistic urges by experiencing a disciplinary session for herself, which she had wanted to do.

So, the other day Adolph had her suit up in her GNT drysuit, hood, gloves and her Interspiro FFM and he personally took her into the well and cuffed her spread eagle to the wall 50 feet below the surface with soft cuffs – Velcro wrap cuffs – that she couldn’t’ get out of, then dumped air from her suit to cause it to squeeze her very tightly so she was squirming and gasping. Then he activated the biofeedback G-spot vibi that he had her insert and left her to her own thoughts. She wore a twin set of 120 cu ft tanks with a low pressure switch to automatically transfer tanks when her primary tank was near empty. She was breathing Nitrox II so she had plenty of air for a long duration dive and there was a Brit-chick WA-girl (a well attendant) watching the monitors to make sure she was still breathing.

I was sleeping with Adolph that night and after I exhausted him he fell almost immediately into a deep sleep. I was lying beside him enjoying the afterglow from a series of intense orgasms he had given me when I had an urge to see if Elke was ok. I knew I shouldn’t interrupt her because letting a student undergoing discipline confront the demons that go through a woman’s mind at times like that is an important part of her experience, but I felt I really needed to see if she was ok. I told myself I had no intent to dive down to her, just look at the monitors and stand on the edge and look down into the well at her and make sure she was releasing a normal bubble stream from her exhalations. Still, I slipped into a 2 mm neoprene SinSkin and fastened myself into my SCUBA set with its BCD and 80 cu ft tank of Nitrox II gas. Then put on and adjusted my Neptune Space Raptor FFM, making sure that I opened the surface air vent to breathe ambient air rather than deplete Nitrox from my tank before I needed to. I picked up my gear bag and fins and as I walked past the trainee’s dressing room I turned on my masks comm. set expecting to hear the sound of Elke’s demand valve operating as she slept. Instead I heard two women with upper-class British accents talking.

Apparently they were mother and daughter and the daughter was asking if there wasn’t another way. The older woman replied that Miss Kraus (Elke) had caused the school to send down (expel) her daughter. But worse, her expulsion was over the issue of morality since the school intends to offer a course teaching recreational dive-sex to unmarried girls, against the teachings of the church. I assumed they were talking about the Roman Catholic Church because the mother mentioned Cardinal O’Connor, head of the Church in the UK. She went on to say that Elke, as ‘an instrument of the devil’, was an appropriate target for reprisal by Christian warriors from organizations like Opus Dei. And, since Catholic societies are notorious for elitism and misogyny having women as covert operatives is especially effective since it is so unexpected. She said that by striking at Elke they would get back at her for recommending expulsion and also delay the start of dive-sex training at her daughter’s former school.

Her mom decided that the daughter would cut the head harnesses on all the FFMs in the staff dressing room so no one could follow them into the well while she went into the well first to take care of Elke, but she said she wouldn’t finish her off until her daughter could follow her down and help complete the job. Mom went out the far door onto the well surround and daughter came out the door into the hall where I was standing. As they talked I had put down my fins reached into my gear bag and broke the seal on a small squeeze bottle of chloroform. I closed the surface air valve on my Raptor so I was breathing Nitrox and didn’t gas myself and was ready with the chloroform when daughter came through the door. She stopped in surprise and I soaked the open surface air valve on her Predator. No liquid chloroform should have gone directly into her oral nasal unit but the fumes did and she collapsed immediately w/o making a sound. I pulled her back into the trainees dressing room and thought about turning off her air, closing her surface air valve and letting her suffocate but then thought Adolph might like to play with her so while I did turn off her air I left her SAV open and bound her securely with duct tape so I could go after her Mom. I was pleased to see that the thin neoprene skin she was wearing looked close enough to my SinSkin and the shape of her FFM was the same as my mask, though the colors were different, that at a distance, if I was lucky, Mom might mistake me for her daughter since she was not expecting anyone else.

My encounter with Mom: I went out onto the well surround and looked down at Elke. Mom was apparently having trouble equalizing the pressure in her ears and sinuses because she had stopped at about 30 feet and was pushing under the chin cup of her FFM to engage the nasal plugs to help with equalization. I slipped quietly into the water and thought how fortunate it was that the lights had been dimmed and that the wells shadow free lighting feature would help mask my approach from above though if she was listening for them and her ears were not blocked she could probably hear my bubbles. I was successful in trying a fast descent with little air in my buoyancy compensator so I watched what Mom was doing as I worked my mask to equalize the pressure. Fortunately I have dived the Neptune Space masks so much that I’m used to using the nasal plugs and I was fully equalized when I got to mom. By then she was at 50 feet and though she told her daughter that she wouldn’t kill Elke until she arrived she had already shut off the air in both Elke’s tanks and Elke was squirming trying to get lose which was futile. What I was hoping was than Mom didn’t destroy Elke’s mask but she pulled her dive knife from its sheath and grabbed Elke’s air hose. By then I was behind her and I was able to slit the bladder of her buoyancy compensator and she let go of the hose as she began to sink. She tried to turn toward me and I slashed through her glove and cut the tendons in the wrist of her knife hand and she dropped her knife. I turned off the air in her tank and when she reached back with her left hand to try and reach the valve to turn the air back on I broke her other wrist. Then still behind her I slashed the back of her masks head harness and it flooded while she tried to hold it on with her lower arm. By that time we were at 75 feet and dropping so I pulled off her fins and swam away from her then inflated my BC and began my ascent to where Elke was strapped to the wall. It had been less than a minute and a half since her air had been shut off and when I turned it on again I was relieved to see her take several deep breaths before settling down to a fast but regular respiration rate. Then I unfastened the Velcro cuffs she inflated her suit and we began our slow ascent to the surface. At 20 feet we stopped to let Elke decompress. We may not have needed to but I wasn’t going to chance it having just rescued her from certain suffocation. As we hung on the ascent line at 20 feet we looked down and saw that Mom was just completing her uncontrolled descent to the floor of the well at 210 feet. Her weight belt and tank pulled her on to her back where her corpse lay until Adolph himself went to retrieve the body. I thought he would wait until the next day but he brought her up as soon as he heard we had taken her daughter alive.

Unanswered questions: While Elke and I were decompressing I was wondering how the mother-daughter assassination team got into Adolph’s place. It’s not as though it’s a Super-Max, but it does take a 5 digit code on the outside doors and one of the Well-attendants is supposed to be watching the motion detector alarms and CCTV monitors. The common thread was that the WA on duty was a Brit-chick just like the pair of intruders, so that was a place to start. Elke was sore and exhausted so as soon as we determined that she wasn’t seriously injured she went to her room locked her door and went to bed. I woke Adolph and we looked for the WA who was supposed to be on duty and found her missing which wasn’t a surprise. Adolph said she was new and had been working for him for only a few weeks. We found her the next day. Her Toyota Prius had gone off the road and into a ravine at high speed. She was crushed when the car folded like an accordion around her. It looked to me as though she was speeding and her brakes failed.

Adolph’s Brit-toy: We had an opportunity to question the daughter after we found the WA Brit-chick dead in her Prius. It turned out that Elke remembered daughter as being involved in all sorts of questionable activities at school like selling narcotics and counterfeit contraceptives that didn’t protect the girls who used them. It was also true that she was a huge tease and would lure boys from nearby schools into compromising positions and photographed their erections with her in erotic lingerie and then blackmail them. Elke thought her Mom had sent her to the elite liberal school as an agent provocateur which sounded like a good analysis to me. So it was a surprise to find that daughter was a virgin! Adolph was very pleased to find that he would be able to deflower a young beautiful enemy who had a very complete hymen. But first he softened her up psychologically.

He tied daughter to a chair where she could watch as he brought out her mother’s corpse still in her three year old neoprene SinSkin, the one with the black Kevlar tooth crotch zipper. He had decided to leave her in her neoprene suit because the water pressure had crushed a lot of her tissues so the suit was needed to keep the body looking female. He pulled off her mom’s Predator FFM and exposed the soft pink lung tissue that was spilling from her open mouth and filled the oral nasal unit of hr mask. Daughter fainted. I used smelling salts (aromatic spirits of ammonia) to bring her around so she wouldn’t miss any of what Adolph was doing to her mom’s corpse. He Slipped an FC2 condom over a large dildo and forced it up the corpse’s anus then being careful to penetrate her inside the sheath he got off inside the corpse saying that her ass was still very tight! Daughter went wild screaming, crying and finally fainting.

Then it was daughters turn: I slipped a ball-gag into her mouth and tightened the harness so it was forced deep behind her teeth so she couldn’t scream. He opened the crotch zipper on her dive skin and made no attempt to slit her hymen to minimize her pain before he penetrated and tore her. H took her in missionary so he could watch her face as he hurt her. When he found he could hit her cervix he rammed it brutally and repeatedly so she was bleeding freely when he withdrew. Blood soaked them both and he even gave her an orgasm which she was mortified about afterward. Of course there was no possibility of letting her go as her mother had died in the assassination attempt on Elke. I helped strip her and her mom of their neoprene suits but neither of them were my size so I kept nothing as a memento. The suits are in good condition so Adolph is keeping them as suits for guests to wear. The next day we found the car they used, a ten year old Chevy, with their ID and street clothes. The car was driven over a cliff into a deep lake and Adolph has access to a wood chipper and quicklime pit so I left him to do what needed to be done.