Celtic Goddess Rhiannon, Lust Training

The Celtic Goddess Rhiannon

The Photo: A depiction of Rhiannon as redhead like me - though my hair is longer, finer and softer – which, since I seem to be channeling her to some considerable extent while I’m at Blackthorn Castle, is appropriate.

Channeling Rhiannon: The Oxford scholar of Celtic mythology, who is overseeing the dig in the lowest levels of the east tower of Blackthorn Castle, has determined the site is a temple to the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon (pronounced Ree-an-non). She is a Goddess of the earth and fertility, of horses and birds as well as inspiration and the moon. The temple is in the foundation of the east tower one of the earliest parts of the castle which was built in the early 1300s or before almost certainly because of the spring which was probably in a grove of oak trees as that was a favorite location for the worship of Celtic deities. My Goddess, Aphrodite, for whom I am a priestess, is fine with that since she sees Rhiannon as a Celtic version of herself as Venus was for the Romans, which for me is a good thing since I would not want to be caught between two competing goddesses. So my celebration of the moon and the Winter Solstice will have a decided Celtic tilt this year, not that it wasn’t at Location Z.  Too, I think celebrating on the feast day of Rhiannon will consist of a smaller ceremony, because of the lack of space in the immediate temple area, though no less intimate consisting primarily of my being inseminated with the standard ritual planting of seed.

A Holy Spring: The fresh water spring found behind a wall of loose stones in a small grotto in the rock on which the castle foundations for the east tower were built accounts for the dampness at the lowest levels. Internal vents channeling fresh air from the winds across the top of the tower have been unclogged so that air can circulate and ritual fires can again be safely built in worship of Rhiannon/Aphrodite. There is nothing we have found in the texts about holy fruit specifically for the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon, though the apple and hazel nuts were thought to be magical. So, I’m going to offer apples and pomegranates since pomegranates are the preferred fruit for offerings to Aphrodite unless we discover more facts before the holy days.   Rhiannon’s birthday is celebrated on July 4^th but also at Beltane (May 1^st) and tangentially December 18^th as the Roman Goddess of horses. Therefore, later this month I will have the first celebration of Rhiannon at the location on which Blackthorn Castle was built in perhaps a thousand years.  

The Landsker Line: From Wikipedia. “The Landsker Line is a term used for the language boundary between the largely Welsh-speaking and largely English-speaking areas in southwest Wales. The English-speaking areas, south of the Landsker line and known as ‘Little England beyond Wales’, are notable for having been English linguistically and culturally for many centuries despite being far from the border with England. The line is noted for being sharp, and for having moved only slightly over the past several centuries.” The closest market town to Blackthorn Castle is Llanidloes well north of the Landsker Line15% of whose population of about 3,000 can speak Welsh.

Lust training for seminarians, continued: I’m finding the students eager to learn and amazed at the immense pleasure a woman with vaginal skills is capable of giving. They are finding the vagina is not just a hot, wet, tight, deep vessel into which a male can insert himself to achieve sexual relief. Almost all the men who have filled me with their seed have admitted that they are very conflicted about lust training as in some taboo compartment in their minds separated from holy orders that they will be taking they want to have the thrill of impregnating me. Or better yet while thrusting into me pretend I’m their sister or their best friend’s wife or mom. I love it when they confide those longings as then I know who to concentrate more of my pelvic skills on. However, I try not to get too involved with any of them. It would be amazingly easy and cruel to addict one or more of them to fetish sex and inadvertently tie them to me on a psychological penis leash since when they complete lust training they could develop separation anxiety.

Aside from that though I think should any of them who leave the priesthood or convert to the Anglican faith there may be a down side to taking my Lust Training course. I think it’s likely that I will have ruined them for sex with a vanilla woman. That’s because (and I don’t say this to brag) as an Escort trainer I have the body and pelvic skills that very few vanilla women will ever have. So having exposed the men to the delights of Pompoir and the Mare’s Trick among other pelvic skills, which are for a man mind blowing examples of the muscle control a woman can bring to pleasuring a man, it’s quite possible that the seminarians who have taken Lust Training with me will be expecting far more in bed than a typical vanilla woman knows how to give and therefore will never be satisfied unless they fall in love with a talented Escort.

As this in being written I’ve only been training Seminarians for seven days and two of them have already dropped out of the course for medical reasons. One because intense sexual activity triggered an epileptic seizure because no one knew he had a seizure disorder. The second student had a minor heart attack just as he came in me and vomited in my hair while he was still on top of me. Both are in a local hospital until they are stable enough to be released. Their families will be told that they became ill during ‘intense athletic exercise’, which is not too far off the mark since it was educational/recreational sex.  The injuries have caused the Head Master to rethink his desire to have his seminarians participate in Lust training w/o first undergoing a stress test to see if they are healthy enough for sexual activity.

The other seminarian Lust Training candidates have now quickly undergone stress tests so I shouldn’t have any more medical emergencies during training encounters. The young men are so grateful I am spending what one called ‘quality time’ with them and the stamina of 18 y/os is marvelous most being able to get off three times in 30 minutes w/o using a performance enhancing medication.