The Winter Solstice in the
north
The weather on the solstice: The area around Ullapool averages 21 days of precipitation in Decembers. Loch Broom isn’t called the Loch of showers for nothing! So it wasn’t surprising, regardless of how hard we prayed for dry weather, that it had snowed all night and was still snowing at sunrise when the ceremony was underway. The weather was miserable for outside activity with the temperature at 29° F with a 21 mph southeasterly wind across the solar observatory.
Snowbound again: The afternoon
of the 20th Jack and I plowed the road up to Location Z. It had been raining at
sea level and snowing up there all day with a brisk wind so the road was
drifted closed, but not as badly as when we plowed it the first time. Then we
went back down to pull enclosed and heated carts carrying the junior Goddesses,
initiates and support workers up to the site. We spent the short (for us) night
in sleeping bags on cots in heated tents listening to the wind howl around us. I
don’t think any of us got much sleep.
Shearling capes, cowls and booties:
Himself had decreed that his craftsmen would make warmer ceremonial robes for
the Goddesses and initiates concelebrating the Winter Solstice at Location Z
and his craftsmen performed beautifully making us all sets of ankle length
capes and hoots with 2 inch thick wool on the insides. The Men’s capes were cut
more generously so that when they mounted us on the altars their capes and
cowls fit over ours forming a seal of sorts. So if anything I was too hot once
a male initiate had mounted me and we were united with him thrusting lustily
into my nether parts. The trick for me was to hold the one I’d just fucked
senseless close until his replacement was ready to mount me.
At Himself’s insistence we wore new Freed pointes (just
barely broken in) while on the altars walking from our dressing tent in
waterproof shearling boots similar to ballet warm-up booties except heavier and
waterproof and toasty warm!
Hoods from
hares: The Mountain Hare (Lepus timidus) is Britain's only native
member of the rabbit/hare group. The women of the village supporting His
Grace’s hunting lodge had again made rabbit fur hoods with attached capes over
the neck, throat and shoulders, for all the visiting altar girls, from the
white winter coats of the Mountain Hare. They are beautifully made delightfully
warm and were fitted individually over our hair after we arrived. They are
ceremonial altar clothing for warmth and head protection while being repeatedly
inseminated on behalf of the earth goddess at sunrise on celestially important
occasions when ritual seed planting is called for.
Secondary altar precedence: With
the four secondary altars available on the North, South, East and West of the
principal altar all my girls were 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(s) on the North altar should be
quite safe. Cyndi had the first choice during the Autumnal equinox as His
Grace’s granddaughter. Willow is taking her place for this celebration and
being another granddaughter of His Grace she has precedence and like Cyndi
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 fall; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile
on the Northern one. However, the wind was stronger and from the south so she
was in somewhat greater danger this time. Still, Odile is a risk taker and
wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away, but we did
insist she and her partners wear safety harnesses.
Beth bleeds: Beth, my
PA/dresser, has a GyneFix implanted and was menstrual with the rest of us and
her period ended a day or so ago. However, since she was working with Jack for
this celebration guiding initiates to and from the altars she wore a Diva cup
as women not participating as ritual sacrifices bleed when they are within the
circle of stones comprising the observatory proper. She didn’t believe she
would start bleeding again as her cycles are very regular, but she did which
has probably reset her cycle by three days. We shall see. She was ok with 800
mg of Ibuprofen and the activity on the site took her mind off the return of
her menses. She had worn her menstrual cup more to please me than because she
thought she would need it. She is now a believer!
Celebrants prep: At 8:00 AM in
the men’s tent His Grace and Jack began prepping the initiates giving them
their Cialis and shots of Gorse brandy to build their confidence, assertiveness
and to counteract the cold. Beth did the same for Bea, Willow, Odette, Odile
and me in the ladies tent. Then 20 minutes before sunrise we all inserted a 10
ml disposable applicator of DiveGel+ to make certain that we would be well
lubed and I had checked my Oves to make certain it was screwed down tight on my
cervix as I was feeling as though I might be fertile, though it would be a day early
and unusual, but then if that’s what the Goddess wanted then who am I to question
her plan. After putting on our Freed Classics we stuffed our feet into the
shearling boots. Then Beth helped us into our shearling robes. They were
wonderfully warm, but quite heavy though we only had 20 yards to walk to the
altar cluster.
The men: there were fifteen
initiates, from the ages of 14 through 17, who supposedly had not had vaginal
sex with a woman, though I’m sure working with His Graces flocks of black face
sheep they have had penile vaginal sex with ewes. We Goddesses had three each
and I had Himself and Jack as well. I wasn’t sure His Grace would feel strong
enough and I was concerned that he might have a heart attack and die on top of
me on the altar, but he did remarkably well. I was gentle with him and he gave
me an orgasm before planting his seed in me.
The initiates had all been screened for STIs and problems
that might cause them to falter while attempting to fuck the brains out of a
Goddess. Though we met them all the
night before te only one I remember is Malcolm who is the brother of one of my
favorites from last time, Donald. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help comparing
the two as far as technique and stamina is concerned. I thought Malcolm was
more confident and assertive and wanted to control the encounter as I think a
man should. Try I mean. But in these ritual encounters I top from the bottom
and he found he couldn’t control his ejaculations when I ripple gripped him.
After the second time he just hung on while I moved my hips to position him to
give me a G-spot orgasm and then got myself off while fucking his brains out. All
through our encounter he stayed wonderfully hard so he was a delight to play
with.
Ritual seed planting: A few
minutes before sunrise as we were all on the altars with the first males of the
ceremony the snow fall became much heavier so it was very difficult to see more
than a few feet. Jack helped Odile on to the Northern altar and both of them as
well as the initiates wore safety harnesses in case a strong gust tried to blow
them off the edge. Fortunately that didn’t happen though I thought of the talk
about a blood sacrifice. But I suppose that could be interpreted as Beth
bleeding while assisting Jack in positioning initiates. The whole ceremony
proceeded w/o incident which I was very grateful for since with the terrible
weather the likelihood of a serious accident was quite high.
Afterward: With the weather
slowing us down a bit we were through in three hours. After we changed back
into our winter storm clothes the support staff shut the gas heaters down.
While they were doing that I went with Jack on the dozer to plow the road so we
could get out pulling the heated personnel carts after us. The road had drifted
closed again but it took only a hour or so to clear it then go back for
Himself, Jack, the girls and staff. Below the snow line jack put the dozer in the
barn and we all climbed in to a caravan of Range Rovers and went back to the
hunting lodge in heavy rain. By 3:00 PM it has stopped raining and the sun had
actually appeared.
We had a celebratory dinner this evening with all he
initiates and support staff. Then the initiates were bedded down in a large
guest house with several of the male staff as chaperones, though I understand
ewes were available if anyone felt the need. The boys will be taken back to
their farms and villages in the morning.
The ritual burning of the Goddesses and initiates ceremonial
clothing worn on the altars was postponed until we get to Crag Abbey where we
will be spending Christmas. The ritual
fire of purification will occur within the castle walls in the fire pit where it
will be safer to burn the robes, hoods and boots, not that it seemed likely to
me with all the rain the fire was could get out of control, but Himself said
that dry Gorse burns very easily even in wet weather so that was that. All in
all it has been a wonderful day and I’m still draining Jacks semen as he was
the last to take me.
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