Donald Trump on BREXIT and Donald Trump

A real-estate buffoon - It’s all about me!

The Picture: Any resemblance to a U.S. presidential candidate is purely coincidental.  

The BRIXIT result: The BREXIT vote in Wales was 1,626,919 votes cast. 52.5% to leave the EU. For the UK the total votes cast was 17,410,742. 51.9% to leave the EU.

The Donald in Scotland: Trump has been in Scotland for two days. Yesterday he reopened a refurbished golf course, Trump Turnberry Resort, on the West coast of Scotland which is within an hours drive on the M77 from Glasgow. Today he is scheduled to be on the east coast in Aberdeen opening a new course at Trump International Golf Links. Donald Trump’s Brexit press conference at Turnberry was beyond bizarre read about it HERE

Quotes from the humble Donald Trump on Donald Trump:

“No one is more conservative than me!”

“No one respects women more than me!”

“No one is stronger on the second amendment than me!”

“No one reads the bible more than me!”

“There’s nobody more pro-Israel than I am!”

“There’s nobody that’s done so much for equality as I have!”

“There’s nobody who feels more strongly about women’s health issues”

“Nobody knows more about taxes than me. Maybe in the history of the world”

“I have studied the Iran deal in great detail. Greater by far than anyone else!”

“Nobody’s ever been more successful than me!”

“Nobody knows banking better than I do!”

“Nobody knows more about debt than I do!”

“Nobody is bigger or better at the military than I am!”

“I’m the least racist person you’ll ever meet!”

“Nobody knows the system better than me!”

“Nobody knows politicians better than me!”

“Nobody builds better walls than me!”

“Nobody knows more about trade than me!”

“There is nobody more against Obamacare than me!”

“There’s nobody who knows how to fix things like me!”

“I know more about ISIS than the generals do, believe me!”

Red shoes their power and the gory, Summer Solstice

Well worn red Bloch Axiom pointe-shoes

The Photo: A pair of red Bloch Axiom (S0108) paste pointes worn to seduce a man into menstrual sex. A few dancers in my circle wear comfortably broken in red pointe shoes to let a partner know they are bleeding and to entice him into having menstrual sex.

Dancers wearing paste shoes and pointe fetishists know that paste shoes develop an entirely different bouquet of scents – damp satin, Hessian, leather and paste mixed with the wearer’s estrogenic sweat - when worn than do Gaynor Minden pointes made primarily of polymer and satin with just sueded soles and perhaps tips. Even as great a believer in the longer life and superior support of GM pointes as I am I have to admit that the bouquet of freshly worn and damp paste pointes is a more fragrant, erotic and popular scent among fetishists than the somewhat chemical scent of freshly worn and still sweat soaked Gaynors.

Red shoes: Red shoes once exclusively the footwear of royalty became more commonly worn and known in the 19^th century - when red dye became far less expensive - as a symbol of the demimonde. In the mid 20^th century red shoes became fashionable with conventional young women after films in which red shoes played a prominent part became popular. Two such films were The Wizard of Oz (1939) with Dorothy (Judy Garland) wearing magic red slippers and Victoria Page (Moira Shearer) wearing red pointe-shoes in the film The Red Shoes (1948) based on the Hans Christian Anderson tale of a disobedient girl cursed to dance forever in her new red shoes. Those films brought red shoes back as popular footwear with a touch of the wild and exotic and in some cases the erotic. Today red shoes are still a source of fascination, power and mystery to both their wearer and her beholders.

Red pointe-shoes still have immense appeal for young dancers many of whom see themselves as a modern Victoria Page intending to have it all, a career as a ballet dancer and as a wife to a loving husband. The power of the red shoes lies in their ability to reveal some fundamental truth about the wearer — and deliver a penalty, or prize accordingly.  

Red pointe-shoes and menstruation: Years of training to strengthen legs and feet as well as taped and padded toes allow a confident dancer in pointe-shoes to rise above the discomfort and seduce both herself and the object of her lust or perhaps affection. In my circle of ballet dancer friends red pointes worn during play indicate that the woman is on her period and is interested in menstrual sex.  The power, poise and pleasure radiated while internalizing the pain when red pointe shoes are worn by a beautiful, confident and seductive menstruating woman will allow her to take a normal healthy situation which society teaches should be concealed and use her gory secretions to enthrall a suitor in his ardor so she can lead him around on a psychological penis leash.

Menstruation among women knowledgeable about their bodies has for ages been a source of fascination, power and mystery; enabling women not on contraceptive hormones to captivate their mates with the scent, sight and taste of naturally occurring pelvic secretions during the periodic reset of their cycles to create a new and welcoming environment for an egg should a lover successfully fertilize it. Some even have partners who are interested enough in “swimming in the red sea” to keep a copy of their girlfriend’s menstrual calendar so they have a good idea when she should be at a peak in her libido, when fertile or menstrual. 

Confidence while menstruating: In my course, contemporary sexual health, I teach women to be proud that they are menstruating and use the increase in their libido while menstrual to be creative or strengthen their relationship with a favorite man. So many have been taught that bleeding is shameful and something unclean that it can be difficult for some women to see the positive side of cyclical bleeding even though there may be discomfort associated with it for some few.

The Summer Solstice: A welcome visitor for the occasion, his Grace the Duke of M****, agreed to act as Steward of the Ceremony for the ritual planting of seed. It was a far different position in the Celtic rite from being an active participant as in the past though I had been with him that afternoon in my suite to allow him to plant his seed and milk me before the official celebration began as he is still very fond of me and Verity, his mistress, is not interested in inducing lactation since she is a rising star in the ballet and lactating could cause her career to slow.  As returning readers will recall it is to His Grace that I owe my elevation to the title of 23^rd Baroness Blackthorn so I like to accommodate his desires when I can.

The eleven of us, the five couples and His Grace, took a caravan of Range Rovers in case the weather which is quite changeable here turned rainy. It is a short ride from the castle to the Celtic holy site where we celebrated the arrival of summer. Unlike Location Z there are no spiritual prohibitions of mechanical devices in the area, though as I mentioned in an earlier post the spirit guardians protect the site by turning away the curious by causing them to have a strong nameless fear of the area. We all arrived clad in our shearling robes with the women in Gaynor pointe-shoes with sueded tips and the men wearing Grishko canvas split-sole ballet slippers so the suede soles would grip the worn stone surfaces of the altars. While in the castle’s ladies robing room where we were changing into pointes and our hooded shearling robes I made sure that we all used a good thick water soluble vaginal gel just in case some of us couldn’t lubricate naturally from the cold or not being able to get into the moment as there is nothing more distressing than having a gorgeous but dry man thrusting into a dry vagina. He may not be uncomfortable but his partner soon has the soft tissue of her vaginal walls rubbed raw and burning.

We had all been positioned at (but not on) our assigned altars by11:00 PM and blessedly it was dry with only a slight breeze and there were light clouds with a temperature of about 55° (F). The Old Bull had us all mounted on our altars by 11:30 with us positioned to be taken in missionary with our partners kneeling between our legs erect and dripping pre-ejaculate. Then the Goddess smiled on our ceremony and just at 11:30 the clouds parted briefly and we had a good view of the full moon which I took as a sign of her appreciation of my efforts.

And so it was at exactly11:34 PM BST His Grace gave the signal to begin - a white flare launched from a pistol - and our partners penetrated us and began thrusting. As a precaution I had made certain that the men had all taken a male performance enhancer beforehand to minimize the possibility of erection dysfunctions. Not that there had been any instances of performance inadequacies with these men, but this was the first time that they were performing in such an important ceremony and even for the most steely willed it is sometimes possible to over-think the situation and lose focus. I needn’t have worried they all performed splendidly! As any well trained partner would the men all gave us our pleasure first then took theirs along with additional simultaneous orgasms from us when they came filling each of us with hundreds of millions of highly motile sperm.

The after party: We were active on the altars for about twenty minutes during which Tim milked me after I’d orgasmed and been inseminated and was floating in afterglow. To conclude the ceremony our partners gave us cunilingus and we Kegeled as much of our coitial discharge into their mouths as we could. Then our partners helped us down off the altars and we rode back in precession to the castle for a celebratory full English breakfast served with the Barony’s famous Sloe Brandy and afterward there was the ritual burning of the robes in the castles lower ward.

As a welcome change in costume protocol the Goddess permitted each participant to save his or her shoes, unlike in the past when the shoes worn on the altars at Location Z were burned. I had interceded with the Goddess on the women's behalf as the shoes a women wore while being inseminated on an ancient Celtic altar during a Summer Solstice celebration are something to be treasured to be passed down to her daughters and grand daughters. After the ritual burning of our robes since we had been up until 5:00 AM we all retired to our rooms for more snuggling with our men and then lovely afterglow naps.

BREXIT referendum underway: As this is posted the UK is voting on whether to leave the European Union. As I’ve mentioned before I think the UK withdrawing from the EU would be a serious mistake so I hope our citizens will vote to remain part of the EU. Polling stations will be open from 7am (06:00 GMT) to 10pm (21:00 GMT) local time. It’s going to be a long and historic day!

The Summer Solstice and Brexit referendum

There will be a full moon during the 2016 Summer Solstice

The Photo: There will be a full moon on June 20, 2016 when the Summer Solstice occurs. This is a rarity, but exactly how rare will vary.

This week will be a busy one: This week the summer solstice will be celebrated on Monday and the Brexit Referendum will occur on Thursday the 23^rd. Returning readers will recall that the Brexit Referendum is being held to determine if the UK will stay as a part of the European Union or withdraw from it. It appears to be a near thing at the moment with the exit supporters seemingly ahead. I think exiting the EU would be a serious mistake, but that’s just one vote.  

Weather at Blackthorn Castle for the Summer Solstice: The forecast is for Light clouds and a temperature of 55° (F) for the Summer Solstice which will occur on June 20, 2016 11:34 PM BST. Additionally there will be a full moon on the 20^th with a moonrise at 9:18 PM BST and moonset at 5:24 AM BST. So if the clouds clear we may get to see the moon during the time we are celebrating the arrival of summer. The concelebrants will be wearing shearling robes made by the castles tailor shop from sheep raised and skins tanned locally. For footwear, as has been the custom since the mid 19^th centaury the women celebrants at Blackthorn Castle will wear pointe-shoes as a sign of their dedication to the arts and to show off their hard bodies to stoke the desire of their partners. My wards and I will wear pink satin Gaynor Minden hard shanked pointes since they can withstand being soaked with rain and still provide effective support.

Concelebrants for the solstice: Bea, Seren and Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) will be celebrating on the newly unearthed subtending altars surrounding the primary altar adjacent to the ancient Blackthorn tree where sacrifices were once offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon.  

Returning readers will recall that the name Rhiannon is derived from the Celtic Goddess Rigantona (the Great or Devine Queen). My Celtic mythology expert says I should understand that Rhiannon was the embodiment (in Welsh legend as set down in the Mabinogion and other medieval texts) of the Celtic Goddess Rigantona, which explains why my Goddess, Aphrodite, is as comfortable as she is with me actually channeling Rigantona, which occurs primarily when I’m in Wales.

Contraception: My wards all have GyneFix copper bead IUDs implanted so they will be using no barrier method to protect them from a participating male’s sperm. I am luteal as I ovulated on June 10^th and will be CD24 on the solstice and should begin my period this coming Friday. Therefore I will be wearing no cervical barrier and should be very safe to have Tim’s sperm in my tubes for the five days they live before I start my period on the 24^th. I love having luteal sex with Tim as then I know that his sperm are in my tubes lying in wait for an egg which they will never see before they die. That gives me a frisson of desire and an amazingly powerful feeling!

Demi-goddess altar positions: Fortunately the weather while as damp is not nearly as cold and access to the Celtic holy site here is much easier and more comfortable than when I celebrated in the Scottish highlands.  It’s within sight of the castle so there is no long drive to reach it as there was when my wards and I celebrated the celestial season changes at location Z in the highlands of northern Scotland. Too the altars are not on the edge of a precipice with the whole thing seeming about to slide into the valley at any moment. We were repeatedly assured the cliff on which Location Z was built was stable, but it wasn’t and after an earthquake a year or so ago one night the whole top of the mountain slid into the valley. Fortunately no one was injured.  

The view is not nearly as spectacular at Blackthorn Castle’s Celtic altar site, but it is about as old as the one that was at location Z and there is no danger of any part  disappearing over a cliff, though there are guardian spirits that keep the curious in the local population away from the site.

Though Seren is the most junior of my current wards her birth into a family that has deep Celtic roots entitles her to the eastern most altar closest to sunrise on the solstice. Bea chose the one on the north while Bryony took the western and Claire the southern one. Bea and Seren will be serviced on their altars by the men they brought with them from Cambridge while Bryony and Claire will have virile hard bodied male ROH ballet soloists that they are dating. I am delighted to say that my current lover, “Tiny Tim” will be penetrating and fucking me boneless on the high altar. He has marvelous stamina and skillfully uses his massive penis (which should be a national treasure) and is currently in my bed while on leave from the SAS prior to reporting to the Joint Services Command and Staff College (JSCSC) in western Oxfordshire in a few weeks, which I’m pleased to say is a relatively short drive away from the castle when he gets leave.

There will be a celebratory breakfast for all participants at the castle on the morning after the ritual planting of seed ceremony for which the head cook, Mrs. Bridges, is famous. My immediate predecessor, Edith 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn, and her predecessors have been celebrating celestial events in Celtic ceremonies for hundreds of years according to records in the muniment rooms.

A visit from Arthur Duke of M****: His grace has asked that he and his mistress visit me at the castle while his mistress becomes accustomed to a new GyneFix. I have sent the Dragon, my two car private train to Inverness to pick them up as both His Grace and Verity travel with considerable luggage and attendants. Returning readers may recall that Verity (a nom de théâtre) the Duke of M****’s current mistress of about a year, is a 25 y/o soloist with the première ballet company in England headquartered here in London. She is currently on medical leave as she had a new standard (six bead) GyneFix copper IUD implanted. I’m looking forward Verity’s visit as we are great friends and I hope she can dive while here.

She was one of Arthur’s seven candidates for mistress who passed through our clinic for testing prior to meeting with the old bull and I thought she would be the one he would choose as her attitude and looks are quite similar to mine though she is not nearly as dominant and half my age, but still will provide him a challenge. The deciding factor though was almost certainly when His Grace found out about Verity’s being SCUBA qualified and her delight in dive-sex as she becomes very aroused even when talking about sex in a hostile environment and she has her own OTS Guardian FFM for diving.

I’m having my gamekeeper set up a wild boar hunting party with Lord A****, Bryony’s father, and Lord D****, Tim’s father to keep his Grace company and occupied while the girls and I and our partners are occupied with our ballet and pelvic training regimens.  

BREXIT yes or no, Tim returns

 

 

BREXIT logo from the OXPOL Blog: http://blog.politics.ox.ac.uk/

To leave or not to leave, that is the question: In the UK on the 23rd of June there will be a European Union (EU) referendum to decide if we will remain in the EU or withdraw. The UK has been here before, sort of, when on September 18, 2014 Scotland had a referendum to decide if would become independent from the UK and decided to remain in the UK.

 

As there were with the possibility of Scotland becoming independent there would be significant negative consequences in the UK in the areas of trade, cost of living and security should the UK elect to separate from the EU.  Speaking as a provider of minerals, timber, grain, and sheep for both meat and wool my market would be far smaller and prices for my estate’s products lower if the UK were not part of the EU and therefore had a far smaller market for its products. My friends and neighbors in Powys producing local products (timber, grain, meat and wool) for sale to the EU all would be hard hit by any separation of the UK and EU.

 

A Red Kite the National bird of Wales

The Photo: Almost extinct by the 1930s careful conservation and reintroduction of the Red Kite has brought the species back so it flourishes today in the Cambrian Mountains. We have three breeding pairs living close to the castle.  Image: Red Kite national bird of Wales-1 Milvus_milvus_R(ThKraft).jpg

The Barony has several large stands of mature Sessile oak which my predecessors in the title have taken care to ensure flourish. The Oakwood provide very desirable nesting sites for the Red Kite. The breeding season is March to July or August so is now well underway and my gamekeeper has seen five pairs well distributed throughout the Barony Oakwood.

Snow in May: The forecast was for rain with snow above 1500 meters, 4921 feet. However, Blackthorn castle is at 1,600 feet (487m) the temperature was in the high teens (F) and we had about 2 inches of snow.

“Tiny Tim” returns: Returning readers will recall that the gorgeous man and expert lover, who spent last New Years holiday with me is an officer in the SAS and had to return to duty in late January. I am very pleased to say that he has if anything improved his ardor for me and his sexual stamina. Well, perhaps it is just that he has been away from women for four months as he says there aren’t any ballerinas in the Iraqi dessert where he had been leading an anti-terrorist operation. It is so good to have him hard and thrusting inside me again and draining his semen afterward.

Tim and I are in London at the moment staying at my place in Eaton Square, Belgravia while I’m teaching a small class of ballet students an evening course in Ballet-sex. I have a purpose built ballet studio in the Costume Club (AKA Clever Cunts) on Holland Park Road. In the mornings at Blackthorn House, Eaton Square he takes ballet class with me and teases me about being a Cougar as I’m eleven years older than he, but I know it’s all in fun as it was he who initiated our relationship and I need younger men who have the sexual stamina to keep me satisfied.

It was his previous experience with classical ballet before he entered Sandhurst and afterward taking adult ballet classes when time and location permitted that appealed to me as pleasure in the art of ballet I think is always important in a male partner. His awesomely hunky male body and genitalia are gorgeous and I soon found he was an expert in giving toe curling bone melting orgasms. He is hung like a stallion, but it’s not every well endowed man that knows what to do with all that equipment to drive women wild and he has a following of sexually discriminating female admirers to prove it. 

Tim as a demo partner: Tim has no tats, piercings, scars or other identifying marks on his 6’ 2” 205 lb. hard muscled body so wearing a spandex hood he can be anonymous as my gorgeous partner during a demonstration of ‘Ballet-Sex’ for my class of young women in my Advanced Sexual Techniques course. Returning readers will recall the Ballet-Sex is where the woman is standing sur les pointes a la seconde facing a barre, table, kitchen counter or chair back while leaning over with her body horizontal while penetrated from behind. Ballet sex takes strong toes, feet and calf muscles as well as being able to experience toe curling, bone melting orgasm w/o falling off pointe. Having Tim demonstrate Ballet-Sex with me also gives the class a vivid introduction to the stresses of thrust-drop which often occurs between a tall man and a small woman. Since he is 6’ 2” and I’m 5’ 4” even with long legs I’m lifted about 6 inches off the floor when he buries his glans in my posterior fornix.

Because of the strength and stamina required for this course participating students must have at least five years of pointe training, wear correctly fitted Gaynor Minden pointes and participate in a preliminary toe taping and padding class.  During our demonstration there are gasps from the students when I’m lifted off my platforms at the furthest extent of his thrust when I gasp at his depth as he plunges into my posterior fornix and then the thud and gasp as he withdraws and I’m dropped back on my platforms.

The above is a worst case scenario as a small woman can stand on a small step exercise platform placed in front of the barre or other stabilizing aid over which she leans to be penetrated to equalize the height of their genitals for ballet-sex.