The psychology of a pointe-shoe fetish

Trolling for penis en pointe in Bloch Alphas with my ribbons untied

The photo: Teasing Morning Wood; in sous-sus sans ribbons with my toes packed in the blocks of an old pair of Jenna 1’s 4 ½ xxx Bloch Alpha, SO104 pointes. Marvin gets so aroused watching me put on pointe shoes especially Jenna’s old ones. 

Marvin and “Goodbye sex”: Its good to get back to what passes for my ‘normal’ routine after being at Location Z to celebrate the Vernal Equinox on the day we had a nearly total eclipse of the sun and then six days later being in the congregation at the reburial of Richard III in Leicester cathedral. It isn’t every girl who gets groped to a clitoral orgasm while listening to the Archbishop of Canterbury’s remarks before Richard III was lowered into what one hopes is his final resting place after 530 years.

Our morning ritual is that he showers then comes to watch while I break in new Freeds pointes; sewing on the ribbons and elastics, rasping the soles and softening the blocks. Before we have breakfast I always put on a pair of Jenna’s Alphas for him. In size 4 ½ xxx they are a half size too small for me to perform in and tight enough that even w/o the ribbons tied they won’t slip off my heels if I’m not wearing tights. That way I can seduce him into a quick “Goodbyes-sex” encounter and he leaves for work sexually sated. I like to quickly insert a menstrual cup after he withdraws to collect his semen as it liquefies and drains into the cup while we are having breakfast. Then I carefully pull out the cup filled with our coital discharge and hand it to him. He always savors the scent before drinking the contents with the last of his coffee. He is always so appreciative of what I do for him!

Marvin and the significance of untied pointe ribbons: Because I’m dominant and refuse to let Marvin untie my pointe ribbons, even when I’m going to take my shoes off to ice my feet he is fixated on me walking around en pointe with the ribbons untied. I won’t let any man untie my ribbons because I think letting him do that would signify my giving myself to him spiritually which I’m not yet ready to do so Marvin bides his time and watches me carefully when I’m preparing new pointes for class and performances.

He thinks my walking around on my toes with the ribbons untied makes me extremely sexually desirable and vulnerable which he finds wildly erotic. He’s right, to the extent that with untied ribbons I can’t really run in them nor use them as weapons as they could be easily pulled off my feet by an attacker. He hates me walking around in the studio with untied ribbons when other men are present since he believes I’m giving off a subliminal message that I’m interested in a sexual encounter. But a little jealousy can add intensity to a lover’s performance so it’s not all bad. However, its standard practice for dancers to walk around in new shoes with the ribbons untied, but we do have to be careful not to trip ourselves on the ribbon ends. Men! It’s amazing what erotic fantasies the lovesick or jealous male mind can create with untied ribbons trailing from a dancer’s pointes as she prepares for her work day.

A psychological penis leash: After the first few days Marvin and I spent together (with me as Jenna) I quickly picked up on his erotic fascination with my untied pointe ribbons. As I mentioned before he thinks me walking around en pointe with the ribbons untied makes me incredibly sexually desirable so by doing that I’m inviting a sexual encounter.  Of course since I know his weakness for untied ribbons he’s right, especially during the week I am fertile and very sexually needy in the mornings. I always use the untied ribbons as foreplay to mind-fuck him into agreeing to something I want to do while he is distracted intent on getting into my panties. 

Relic and talisman conservation: I don’t wear Jenna’s original Alpha pointes to dance in as they are now talismans of the eroticism that nearly consumes Marvin when I wear them. They are almost holy relics to Marvin so I wear them carefully making sure only to wear them to arouse him to take me for special occasions which we celebrate with sex and for a “goodbye encounter” before we part for the day.  Some couples kiss before they part with us it’s a bit more intimate, but he can be very quick and an orgasm he gives me during goodbye sex is always unbelievably intense.

Used that way Jenna’s’ Blochs are a potent symbol of her - and now my - femininity “an outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace” I can use to convince him to see things my way when we disagree.

Thrust therapy:  In Marvin’s psychiatric practice he specializes in performing artists with sexual problems. Things like a female ballet dancer’s fear of men after her rape or a male dancers fear of women, if you can imagine that, and there seem to be quite a few who if not scared of women are  very uncomfortable handling the female body. You can imagine what a problem that must be for a young gorgeous virile heterosexual man to have. Marvin says he thinks its caused in men from the sexual repression of upper class and some middle class males in all-male schools and Mothers of aristocrat and upper class daughters putting them on the pill rather than allowing them to experience the natural cycle of their hormones with a copper IUD.

Whatever the reason there seems to be a much greater need for sexual repression therapy here than in the U.S. and what works best over time is what I call “Thrust therapy” where the male is the thruster and the female (physical therapist) is the thrustee in repeated gentle acts of sexual intercourse. 

The need for Thrust therapy seems to be grater for men than women so Marvin has been able to accommodate his women patients needing it himself while referring his male patients to me, introducing me as his sexual therapist and dressed in ballet practice clothes – tights over a thong-back leo and pointe-shoes - so the patient can see and handle my body at the start of our session. I use a small soundproof therapy room at Marvin’s clinic with a bed and mirrored wall with a barre attached. With a receptive male patient just a few forty-five minute thrust therapy sessions is all it takes for me to ease a patient’s mind that even the most experienced women won’t hurt him physically though some of us who are ballet dancers, are amazingly tight and can verbally cut a man to shreds with our tongues if sufficiently provoked.

Someone like Us, SLU: Word gets around amazingly quickly what with social media and Marvin’s practice is getting calls from young aristocrat women who want to improve their pelvic skills. They don’t want Thrust therapy they want to work with a female pelvic trainer to learn the most effective ways to use Ben Wa balls and dildos to strengthen their pelvic muscles. In that case they have to go through the clinic and have STI panels run before they can book sessions with me. I know Ashley, Jack, Lord Sandbach’s fiancée, and Maya, the Russian ballerina and former mistress of Jack’s father, the Duke of M**** who’s abortion I arranged, as well as my good friend Tanaquil the French procuress and mistress to a French Prince, have been spreading the word about my expertise as a trainer and the go-to girl for guidance in increasing pelvic skills.  Nor does it hurt – because the aristocracy can stil be quite snobbish - to be known to have succeeded to an ancient hereditary title of my own not from marrying a man, something that most of them seem to envy me for which in their view makes me approachable on their social level as “she is someone like us”.   

British Summer Time: The clocks in the UK were all set forward an hour on Sunday (March 29, 2015) to the British version of Daylight Saving Time in the U.S. So now the UK is again 5 hours ahead of the U.S.

My wards return to Las Vegas: Bea, Willow and the Swan Twins will be returning to Vegas aboard Limnaea II with Anya on Thursday April 2^nd as UNLV spring break ends on the 4^th and classes resume on the 6^th. They have had a wonderful time and all are safe, STI free and no pregnancies despite the number of unprotected sex partners they each had. Of course that’s what we expected as they all have stringless copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted.  It’s a tribute to the efficacy of the GyneFix and the biocide in DiveGel+.

 

The reburial of Richard III

Richard III (1452 – 1485) last Plantagenet king of England

The photo: King Richard III, by Unknown artist, late 16th century - NPG 148 - © National Portrait Gallery, London.

The reburial of Richard III in Leicester cathedral March 26, 2015: I was fortunate to get any seat in Leicester cathedral for the reburial service much less a good one, but Alice, Duchess of M****, generously gave me her ticket. I am so grateful to Her Grace for letting me take her place (she has a new lover at her home on Virgin Gorda and preferred not to travel) as another opportunity to see an infamous King of England reburied after 530 years is not likely to occur again.

My status in the pecking order of nobility is far too modest to have merited a ticket on my own regardless of how ancient my title. I sat with His Grace and Jack, Viscount Sandbach. The Duke’s ancestors had fought for the House of York and Richard III while my Welch ancestors fought against him and for the House of Lancaster with Henry Tudor, Earl of Richmond at the battle of Bosworth Field. It was the last of the significant battles’ of the War of the Roses and with the death of Richard Henry became the first Tudor king.

The Tudor dynasty or House of Tudor was a royal house of Welsh and English origin descended in the male line from the Tudors of Penmynydd, which ruled the Kingdom of England and its realms, including their ancestral Wales. Its first monarch was Henry VII, a descendant through his mother of a legitimized branch of the English royal House of Lancaster.

DNA questions: the House of York apparently could have put chastity belts to more efficient use somewhere along the line. DNA tests have uncovered evidence of a family secret. It emerged when researchers at Leicester University compared the Y chromosomes of Richard III and five anonymous male relatives of Henry Somerset (1744-1803), who claim descent from Edward III, the great great grandfather of Richard III. Since the Y chromosome is passed down from father to son, it should look the same in the descendants of Henry Somerset, the 5th Duke of Beaufort, and Richard III. But genetic tests found no sign of a match. Somewhere in the family between Richard III and the Somersets, at least one man had been cuckolded.

The Reburial Service: The service was conducted by the Archbishop of Canterbury head of the Anglican Church though all who fought at Bosworth Field were Catholic, the Anglican split from Roman Catholicism not occurring until the reign of Henry VIII. Benedict Cumberbatch the Brit actor and heartthrob of most women in the UK these days read a poem and I thought eclipsed the minor royalty that attended, though there was no scrum of female fans around BC which I thought showed considerable restraint. However, there weren’t many young women there and he’s newly married now and she is very pregnant.  So we know their plumbing works.  Still many of us, including me, would like to see what it would be like to be mounted and inseminated by him.

Anya stayed with my wards and Marvin as well as Ashley, Jack’s fiancée, aboard The Dragon and watched the service on the telly. After the service His Grace and Jack came back to the Dragon for a celebratory burial feast and a ride down to London where they will be spending several days. His Grace’s family has thought for centuries that Richard has gotten a bad reputation from Shakespeare’s play when he wasn’t any more ruthless than others in his time. They are delighted that Richard, the last of the Plantagenet kings, has finally gotten a proper burial.

His Grace’s need: During the service the old bull had me sit next to him where he could grope me with his hand under my coat which was across my lap. I didn’t really mind as he is always gentle in these situations where we are having sex in public. I knew that he had been without female companionship for about a week and that since her engagement to Jack Ashley was off limits (and pregnant though still dancing) so he was in need of penetrative sex with a willing female. I knew I fit his criteria even though he didn’t want me marrying Jack, his heir, because of my age and the fear that I couldn’t produce healthy male grandchildren. I understand completely and I am in his debt since he bought me off marrying Jack by expediting my claim to the Barony which he was successful in obtaining for me in record time. 

So I knew with his gentle groping through the slit in the skirt of my black jersey Chanel skirt suit that he expected to inseminate me when we got back to the sleeping compartment of my private rail car.  In addition to the Chanel skirt suit I had worn a black broad brim hat and black leather Louboutin 4 inch heels with a one inch platform sole that were very comfy to walk in and everyone said how lovely I looked in black.

I was rather looking forward to having His Grace thrusting inside me again as I hadn’t had sex with him since the equinox on the 20^th which was a week ago and I knew he would be a considerate lover though perhaps he’s a bit over eager at times. I planned to fuck his brains out with The Mare’s Trick, keeping him hard inside me after ejaculation while he recovers and then to milk the thick creamy semen from him again. The result of that much intense sex always puts him into a deep sleep so I thought he would sleep all the way to London which he did.

Mistress shopping: Ashley was to introduce him to a dancer friend as his former ballet dancer mistress has returned to Russia to recover from an abortion and to begin performing again with the Mariinsky. He is now interviewing sexually adventuresome ballet dancers Ashley’s age looking for a new intimate companion.

Homeward bound: The trip from Leicester to London was routine and we all slept aboard The Dragon. In the morning we had a full English breakfast cooked by my chef and staff aboard before detraining in London. His Grace, Jack and Ashley went to the Savoy.  Marvin, my wards, Anya and I returned to Blackstone House in Belgravia.

 

 

The funeral

Frenched and denuded rack of lamb

The Photo: These two full racks of lamb have been frenched down to the eye muscle and denuded, so there is no fat or silver skin left. The bones are completely cleaned, exposing almost their full length, and only a delicate morsel of delicious lamb is left. This elegant cut makes a striking presentation when served as a full rack and sliced at the table. But it’s also perfect for quick grilling; the chops can be eaten out of hand at an outdoor party.

There were 300 guests for the reception. My cook, Mrs. Harris, prepared spring rack of lamb with six ribs per serving for the meal held in the great hall of the castle after the funeral. Doing the math 300 guests x 6 ribs each, that’s 113 lambs, if anyone is counting. The lambs were from the Barony’s flocks which are noted for the sweetness of their meat and sought after by up-market restaurants. All the mourners raved about the meal! As well they should as Mrs. Harris also baked her prize winning strawberry scones!

The Funeral:  I’m very pleased to say that the 22^nd Baroness gave a flawless final performance in a staring role and I thought my social début, in a supporting role as her successor, went quite well. I attribute my nearly flawless performance to the fact that Marvin and I fucked for nearly three hours the night before so that I was still boneless and gasping in afterglow when I fell asleep. I was CD28 on Friday and spotting so had a silicone Milex Omniflex inserted for flow control as I began my period on schedule in spite of all the stress this past cycle.

As predicted the weather was wet in the afternoon with the temperature in the low 40s F, but other than the smell of damp wool clothing in the chapel. The Bishop was generous and brief in his remarks about the life of Edith, 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn. Afterward everyone enjoyed themselves celebrating the life of the late Baroness demonstrated primarily by the speed with which they devoured a fine feast. Mid-afternoon His Grace’s party departed in a light rain as the pilot said the flight controllers told him the weather was good enough for their flight back to Inverness. 

Family matters: Seeing Jack departing with Ashley on his arm and almost certainly pregnant, depressed me a bit, but I’m really fond of Marvin and his sperm viability check has come back saying that he has very high quality sperm so we should be good to start trying for a family. No, I have no intention of getting pregnant. Years ago I had some of my eggs harvested and cryogenically stored so Marvin and I will marry at some point and go the IVF route and have a surrogate carry the baby. I hope this doesn’t sound harsh, but having spent my life up to this point keeping my body in top shape for the strain that ballet puts on it I don’t see losing my conditioning for a year or longer with one or more pregnancies and I’m sure I’ll love the baby none the less for not having carried her myself.  

Scavenger hunt: On Monday my Lady’s Maid (think Dresser, who had been with Edith for more than 20 years) and I will begin going through Edith’s things and her most personal and private closets the keys for which the Barony’s solicitors gave me in a sealed packet after the funeral.  Well, that description was probably unkind, but there is no telling what we will find.  I can hardly wait!

Anya and my wards leave for London: Anya took Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile and their escorts back to Blackthorn House in London on the 10:34 from Caersws. That gives the railroad 20 minutes to switch The Dragon in Birmingham to the Euston train arriving at 3:41. For a 3 ½ hour trip I wouldn’t have sent them down on The Dragon, but we never transferred their luggage and they aren’t traveling light so they may as well enjoy the trip while they can be pampered.

Home alone: Finally! Marvin and I are here by ourselves. Well, not exactly as there is the permanent house staff of ten, but they are nearly invisible unless you ring for one so with just the two of us here it is almost lonely. The servants in descending order of importance are:

Females: A staff of six: the Housekeeper, Mrs. Wallace; the Cook, Mrs. Harris; Emily, my Lady’s Maid/Dresser; two Housemaids and a Kitchenmaid. 

Males: A staff of four:  Charles, Chamberlain of the Household (Estate Steward); the Butler, Mr. Harris, the cook’s husband; a Footman/chauffer and an under-footman.

I’ve already spoken with His Grace about a Valet for Marvin. Marvin insists he doesn’t want one, but a secretary/Valet might be more acceptable and His Grace has a man he can recommend. Marvin is amazed at the labor needed and Edith the 22^nd hardly entertained at all in the last few years. I don’t propose to try to out Downton Downton Abbey, but if I can afford it and I’m expected to entertain why not do it properly and in style?

Yule at Crag Abbey

A Yule Log ablaze

The Yule log: “Because there are no accounts of the custom in Great Britain prior to the 17th century, some historians and folklorists have theorized that it was not an ancient British custom but was in fact imported into Britain from continental Europe in the early modern period, possibly from Flanders in Belgium, where the tradition thrived in this period.

The first written account of a Yule log in Britain is by the clergyman Robert Herrick, from the 1620s or 1630s. Herrick called the tradition a "Christmas log" and said that it was brought into the farmhouse by a group of males, who were then rewarded with free beer from the farmer's wife. Herrick claimed that the fire used to burn the log was always started with a remnant from the log that had been burned in the previous year's festivities. He also said that the log's role was primarily one of bringing prosperity and protection from evil - by keeping the remnant of the log all the year long the protection was said to remain across the year.

The Yule log was not only seen as a magical protective amulet in traditional British rural culture. There are many reports of rivalries occurring between members of a community as to who had the largest log.” The above was taken from Wikipedia. The complete article can be seen HERE

His Grace’s family has always lit their Yule log from the remnant of the log from the previous year and they cut and prepare the following year’s log a year ahead so it has time to season before its use. It is lit on December 21^st, the Winter Solstice, and it continues to burn through the Twelve Days of Christmas, beginning on Christmas day and lasting until January 5^th. It is a massive log and is positioned in the massive fireplace in the great hall by six Crofters and two mules – that live in stables retained at the abbey especially for their care during the winter holidays -  and is constantly attended for the entire sixteen days.

His Grace and Marvin: Himself has become noticeably more at ease with me since his son and heir, Jack, Viscount Sandbach, has become smitten with Ashley a RB ballerina from a noble family who is his current bedmate. Not that His Grace was ever rude as he enjoys sex with me too much to take his pique to the point that I would cut him off. But now his sexual overtures are much more sweetly and gently expressed. Actually, he is a better lover now that he doesn’t feel I pose a threat to the longevity of his dynasty. His attitude toward me has changed to the extent that he is using his influence with The College of Arms to speed up the investigation (to the extent possible through the old-boy network) of a claim the Jack first discovered of my possibly being the heir to an ancient Welsh Barony previously thought to have become extinct.

The Duke approves of Marvin because he seems to have diverted my attention from getting Jack to marry me.  And in addition, as a physician, and psychotherapist with an advanced degree from Cambridge Marvin enjoys elevated social status (for a commoner) and is such an amazing conversationalist – part of his gift that makes him such an amazing therapist - that the Old Bull enjoys long conversations with him and wants to take him hunting if the weather ever clears

Sleeping arrangements: On holidays like this no one is monogamous. We women all have individual suites at the Abbey and the men rotate between us by some arrangement among themselves that gives all the men an opportunity to spend at least one night with each of us.

Tanaquil sent over a 23 y/o Russian ballet dancer, Maya, for His Grace’s holiday pleasure. Jack has Ashley, Marvin has me and Tanaquil sent virile male soloists from the Paris Opera Ballet chosen for their looks and sexual stamina for Bea, Willow, and the Swan Twins. My Dresser is partnering Chris, our male Gyn.

Ashley, Maya and me: I had met Ashley, the RB dancer who is Jack’s current bedmate, at the Party here at the Abbey when Scotland rejected independence from England this past Fall. I thought I’d dislike her but I don’t. Actually she’s quite sweet and in her mid 20s is just learning about fetish sex so I have been tutoring her in certain aspects of that skill. Maya dances with the Mariinsky and speaks fluent English with a Berkshire accent. She is much more knowledgeable about fetish sex than Ashley and in some respects possibly me as well since I don’t usually do anal or double or triple penetration.

I saw them both with the Abbey Divemaster trying on wetsuits and adjusting the spiders on their OTS Guardian FFMs so afterward at lunch I asked if they were going to dive the cistern with Jack and His Grace and when they said yes I asked if they had ever had dive-sex.

Finding that they hadn’t I asked if anyone had told them they should wear a diaphragm to prevent having water forced into the uterus due to the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusting if her vagina floods during the encounter. Just as I suspected, no one (all men who had been prepping them) had.  So I fitted Ashley with a 70mm latex Reflexions flat spring rim diaphragm and a 75mm for Maya who is taller. I explained the Reflexions is nearly impossible for a mischievous partner to under-thrust. Fortunately neither is allergic to latex and both have lovely deep post-pubic vaults so no partner should feel the rim during dive-sex. Then I showed them how to insert and remove their diaphragms and let them practice insertion and removal several times and gave them both  12-packs of 10ml prefilled disposable applicators of DiveGel+ for pre-lubing before a dive.

During menses both use a menstrual cup so they are familiar with inserting a device in their vaginas which made it much easier for them to place the Reflexions correctly. Maya has a ‘normal’ – 31mm x 24mm - German Medusa Goldring Ag+Au (silver+gold) IUD inserted from which the strings have been removed. She has been wearing it for a year w/o problems even when being thrown and landing jumps so she should be safe from pregnancy.

Cerazette: Ashley is on the progestin-only-pill (POP) Cerazette as so many other European dancers are, so in theory she shouldn’t need the diaphragm for contraception, but only when she dives for protection during underwater sex.  A Cerazette pill contains 75 mcg of desogestrel which metabolizes into etonogestrel that is used in Nexplanon and NuvaRing. Etonogestrel primary effect is prevention of the follicle ripening and releasing an egg. However, our clinic in Vegas has had quite a few women on Cerazette come in for abortions so perhaps because there is a long half-life of the progestin being used the women are not as careful as they should be about taking them correctly.

Ashley seems to have adjusted well to the hormone in her pills with no decrease in libido, or increase in weight, dryness or mood swings and she has few instances of spotting which makes it a great pill for her. I cautioned her not to leave her pill pack unattended while at the Abbey as there could be mischievous guests who think it great fun to sabotage a guests birth control for any number of reasons including but not limited to; jealousy, revenge or just curiosity to see what their target would do if she found herself pregnant.  

Other etonogestrel contraceptives and their dosages: For readers wondering about the daily hormone release amounts of other popular etonogestrel progestin contraceptive methods the two most popular are: 1) Nexplanon a single rod progestin-only-implant. The release rate is 60-70 mcg/day in week 5-6 and decreases to approximately 35-45 mcg/day at the end of the first year, to approximately 30-40 mcg/day at the end of the second year, and then to approximately 25-30 mcg/day at the end of the third year. 2) NuvaRing releases on average 0.12 mg/day of etonogestrel and 0.015 mg/day of ethinyl estradiol over a period of three weeks.

Gifts from St Nicholas: No one got coal, or peat, which is a primary fuel here, in their stocking.  There were a lot of gifts of condoms (which no one plans to use while here as everyone has past a recent full STI panel. There were performance enhancers, Cialis and Viagra, for the men and ellaOne (the UK EC brand) for the ladies. Just in case since one can never be entirely certain that contraception will work all the time.

Fet-tex rubber catsuits: The big presents for the women, (I even managed to get one for Ashley) except for Maya who I hadn’t known was coming, and eye-candy for the men were new custom latex catsuits made of Fet-tex, a new formulation of latex rubber from Jeff at Labia Labs. Fet-tex has all the benefits of natural latex such as marvelous heat transfer properties, but is molecularly stronger to resist punctures and tearing and is far stretchier – think cotton Lycra - with immediate return to original size when no longer being stretched so can comfortably be worn during ballet class, if the wearer can stand the heat. It is also more resistant to oily lubes, medicines and perfumes that contain natural oils and isn’t sticky when dry (w/o being chlorinated) so it is much easier to get into w/o using talcum powder or a water based lube. All the other women’s Fet-tex catsuits have dual-pull back-zips. Mine is dual-pull front-zip so I can easily breastfeed as well as open the crotch for relief or sex and the Fet-tex cups expand as my breasts fill so the suit is amazingly supportive w/o binding or pinching. The zipper is miniaturized and more flexible so a front-zip in a Fet-tex 2mm suit is as flexible as a back-zip suit in standard natural rubber latex.

A catsuit made of 2 mm Fet-tex is nearly indestructible, a feature that any woman who has been held against a masonry wall while being fucked wearing a latex catsuit will appreciate.  With her partners hands clutching her buttocks and her legs wrapped around his waist while he pumps seed deep inside her the up and down motion of his thrusts cause the back of a typical natural latex catsuit to shred against the rough texture of the wall so a new $200 suit can be easily ruined in less than five minutes. However, Fet-tex catsuits like all latex apparel are impervious to moisture so they are quite hot to wear if the wearer is exerting herself and so are very dehydrating. The sweat drains down the legs soaking the boots or shoes of the wearer, which is another reason to wear polymer block Gaynor Minden pointes which won’t melt when in a rubber catsuit. Staying well hydrated in any rubber catsuit is extremely important.

Visual erotica: The men enjoyed us modeling our Fet-tex suits and depending on the men who were taking us we wore either ballet-boots or pointes to minimize the thrust-drop while we enjoyed having them spew their seed quickly, almost as though they were prematurely ejaculating, during ballet sex. Having men that anxious can be fun when there a lot of them as there are here now. The Fet-tex rubber has a very distinctive latex smell mixing with our estrogenic perspiration, the scent of our shampoo, perfume, our pointes or boots (and in my case breast milk) and the scent of the man we are with so the bouquet just screams fetish sex! And that may be what has caused some men with excellent ejaculatory control to finish so quickly. A woman can sense when that is going to occur in time to brace herself since her partner’s shaft gets thicker and longer, his thrusts become more forceful and quicker, his grip tightens holding her closer, his saliva thickens and his respiration increased in the few seconds before the fluid transfer leaving her inseminated!

 

 

Morning Wood, 50s retro fetishwear, Solstice planning

Enjoying chill contractions after inserting two 1 inch 65° surgical steel balls

The photo: A full-body open-bottom front-close corset. It’s ideal to stiffen the interest of any lover with an encasement and fastener fetish. The 50s-inspired shapewear has never been so sexy. The Mercy corset from Agent Provocateur comes in embroidery and lace and combines irresistible retro features with modern technology which allows mine to fit perfectly.  By unfastening the top three hooks I can breast feed easily or by unfastening the bottom two the corset folds up so I can be penetrated from the rear for ballet-sex - while en pointe a la seconds bent over holding on to the barre.

Tahoe storms: This past week (Thursday and Friday) we had really severe weather in the Sierra Nevada to the west of Tahoe which resulted in winds that damaged homes around the lake. Fortunately Adolph’s property came through the storm with minimal damage.

Jenna’s fetish wardrobe: Jenna, my psychiatrist’s dead wife, was a dancer with the San Francisco Ballet and an amazingly creative fetishist before she gave birth to her son. Now he wants me to take her place in his life and for me many of the aspects of that relationship are a great deal of fun as well as incredibly kinky. I’ve added to her fetish wardrobe with the Mercy Corset pictured above I love the nude colore but got a black one as well to wear when I’m menstrual so it won’t show the stain if the blood doesn’t completelt come out. He has such fun unfastening the hooks and pealing me out of it he sometimes prematurely ejaculates which isn’t a problem as it allows him to last longer once he is inside me and thrusting.  

Menstrual with rubber and steel inserted: Today I’n CD1 and flowing lightly so to make things interesting I have a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm as well as a pair of 1.0” diameter solid surgical steel balls inserted. Each ball weighs 2.307 oz for a total of 4.6 oz when both are inserted. I’m calling them my “McBalls”, as they are a quarter-pounder! With the diaphragm in it makes it harder to get a ball forced into the posterior fornix so deep that it gets stuck, but should that happen it can be teased out using the bowl of an ice tea spoon.

My therapist is insistent on penetrating me bareback as he wants me pregnant, which is fine with me, the bareback part I mean. I’m planning to enjoy him fully, but pregnant by him (or anyone else) is not part of my plan. However, wearing a Reflexions diaphragm or an Oves cap I have the pregnancy bit under control giving us both the thrill of live sperm coating the stretchy rubber membrane protecting my fertile cervix.  He has been well accepted in my circle of friends as delusional only where I’m concerned and they think that is rather endearing.

Kassi as a romantic competitor: I had first intended bringing Kassi into my circle to divert Marvin’s attention hoping he would prefer her to me as she looks amazingly like me and Jenna and is much younger. I was surprised to find when I though there was an excellent chance to channel Marvin’s ardor toward another woman I didn’t want to give him up to another woman and found that I’m enjoying the thrill of the chase outwitting a very smart man intent on impregnating me.

I had already begun enticing him with Kassi when he told me she doesn’t have the aura or scent to match Jenna (nor any interest in him) and when I had Kassi insert one of Jenna’s diaphragms Jenna’s Chi did nothing to increase his interest in her or her interest in him. So my fear that Kassi and I would be competing for Marvin’s affection and compound his delusion appears to have just been a case of nerves on my part.

Marvin is strong, handsome, rich, nearby and he has been an amazing help in establishing my priorities as a Priestess of Aphrodite. His semen is potent – I’ve had it checked – his sweat smells divine and he is a considerate lover who is fun to be with. I do have to be very careful not to have him catch me w/o a cervical barrier inserted, but that’s a fun part of the game. It is unlikely either a Reflexions or Oves will leak, but no method of contraception is perfect so there is always the possibility he can impregnate me and he so wants to do that! So I now look on my relationship with him as a marvelously sweet encounter as I’m able to make him very happy as he guides me in coming to terms with my responsibilities as a Priestess of the Goddess of love.

Jack’s current activities: Recently Jack, Viscount Sandbach,  who is my main Brit lover, has taken quite a fancy to a ballerina (I’ll call her Ashley) who is in her mid 20s and dancing with the Royal Ballet. I met her briefly at His Grace’s party after the Scotland independence vote this Fall and she comes from an aristocratic English family which makes her prime bridal material for him, at least as far as his father, the Duke of M**** is concerned. Willow knows her well having danced with her when she was with the RB and says this time the girl really is sweet and would make him a lovely wife from a suitably patrician family.

As Viscount Sandbach Jack has standing with the Royal College of Arms and is pursuing enquiries on my behalf about a title that seems to have become vacant from the recent death of a 103 y/o Welsh Countess. His effort in that regard is perhaps partly from his fondness for me, but I suspect should his enquiries be successful he hopes to blunt any anger I might feel if he decides to marry Ashley.

There are almost no titles above Baroness for women in their own right, only as the wives of Earls/Countess, Dukes/Duchess Marquisess/Marchioness). etc. So if it should turn out that I am a hereditary Countess then that would be extremely exciting.

Descent of claim:  The problem is that that the title would come down through my biological father who knew my mother in the UK before she immigrated to the U.S. I have always been told that my mother and her ‘Uncle’ (my biological father) weren’t married to one another and so I would not inherit any title that would flow to his legitimate heirs. However, there seems to have been a record in an obscure Welsh church of their marriage prior to her coming to America where she eventually married the man who she lived with (and who when I was growing up I considered to be my father) when she was killed in an auto accident when I was 7 y/o.. I only learned who my real father was upon his death when his entire estate was put in trust for me and I was given the interest from the holdings until I turned 35 at which time control of the entire estate was turned over to me.  So I don’t need the money (if there is any) but it would be fun to have a title and a castle.

A change in the Solstice ceremony: I’m taking Marvin along when we go to Crag Abbey and Ullapool for the Solstice and Yule.  I ned to have a therapy session with him in the temple to Aphrodite/Venus in the undercroft of Crag Abbey. In a sacred site for the Old Ways thousands of years old he should be able to help me gain far deeper insight into the powers granted to a priestess of Aphrodite.

I had been wondering how I could get him professionally involved w/o making Jack jealous and now that he is deeply involved at least for the moment with Ashley that gave me the perfect opening to add him to my support staff. I can get away with flaunting my current lover as His Grace sees Marvin as a sign I’m no longer intent on marrying Jack and Jack is happy that I have a man to slake my libido while he is fucking Ashley’s brains out.  

Both His Grace and Jack need me to preside over a proper celebration of sunrise on celestial occasions as a primary Priestess of Aphrodite so they are pleased that Jack’s and my partner’s switches have been accomplished under amicable circumstances. However, for the Solstice I’m using Marvin as far more than my boy-toy. In his capacity as a board certified psychiatrist in the UK and an expert in ancient Goddesses he is of significant use helping Chris with the selection of married couples from His Grace’s extensive population of Crofters who will be concelebrating the Solstice and participating in the ritual planting of winter seed to raise a crop of healthy offspring  in the Fall.

Actually, as this is written Chris and Marvin are both in the Highlands with His Grace’s Scottish Estates Manager  selecting couples for the Winter Solstice ceremony. Not that my wards and I won’t lead the ritual seed planting, but the intent is that heavy lifting and pregnancies will occur to the fertile Crofter’s couples being selected.