Celebrating the arrival of summer in the UK

The Summer solstice 2017

The arrival of summer in Wales: Marvin, Morning Wood, and I returned to my family seat, Blackthorn Castle, in the Cambrian mountains of Wales last weekend to prepare to celebrate the arrival of summer at 3:42 AM BST on the Celtic altar in the sacred grove in the castle park. We were fortunate that the day has been dry and the temperature at 3:00 AM was in the high 50s F. The day turned out to be a beautiful sunny day with the temperature in the high 60s by 8:00 AM. Acting in my capacity as a Priestess of Aphrodite and channeling the Welsh Goddess Rhiannon for the occasion I was robed in a hooded shearling robe - made to measure in the castles wardrobe shop - as was Marvin for our walk down the underground passageway from the undercroft of castle chapel to the ancient Celtic altar protected by an impenetrable thicket of blackthorn bushes. The four peat braziers (one at each of the cardinal points of the compass) were ablaze and the area within the protective circle of blackthorn which blocked the wind would have been almost toasty if I hadn’t been nude on the altar.

Marvin’s sexual stamina: I am very pleased with Marvin’s sexual potency and stamina. His semen is checked every so often for potency and his desire for me has been almost over the top since his return to me when Miss Nexplanon became preggers by him and miscarried. I know he is attracted by some of his students, but then I take other lovers while teaching my sex-ed courses. Sauce for the Goose is sauce for the gander. We both think that our being intimate with other partners has actually strengthened our relationship. Of course, I pee on a stick once a week to test for the presence of hCG (human chorionic gonadotropin) the pregnancy hormone since I want my lovers to take me wearing no protection and my only protection is a well-fitting diaphragm and the spermicide DiveGel+.

Sex while fertile: I dream of sex when my hormones are raging and my cervix is high, soft and open. I love the thrill of having my ripe cervix protected by the translucent latex membrane of a flat spring rim diaphragm with the dome containing my fertile cervical mucus and a lover’s hot jets of creamy semen filled with highly motile sperm splattering on the convex side of the dome. However, sex when I’m luteal, after I’ve ovulated for that cycle, (as I write this I’m on day twenty-six of my cycle) is also amazing since I can safely have a lover’s sperm in my tubes, especially Marvin’s! So today I could safely take Marvin with neither of us using protection and I now his liquified semen is draining out of me and I have his sperm in my tubes without any worry about complicating side effects.

The next generation of acolytes: I have retrained several of the castles elderly servants whose families have been in service to the Barony for generations to assist as acolytes with the ritual planting of seed in my belly during celestial celebrations.  The two women are sisters who had assisted my predecessor, Edith Sophia Sykes 22nd Baroness Blackthorn, when she used the altar to celebrate celestial events more than thirty years ago. They both have daughters who are being taught the Celtic rituals so that there will again be another generation of women in service capable of assisting with the Goddess Aphrodite’s ceremonies. Everything went as planned with the burning of the semen stained robes in the castles lower bailey before having a delightful celebratory breakfast afterward with eggs and bacon from a locally harvest boar shot on my property.

Returning to the Cambrians: It is good to be back in the Cambrian mountains again after the fens of Cambridgeshire. The mountains remind me of the Blue ridge and Allegany mountains of western Virginia where I was born.  I’m enjoying a break from supervising the refurbishing of the fabric of the Abbot’s Palace where Marvin (my favorite boy-toy) and I will live during the Uni academic year. You have no idea how expensive replacing the entire lead roof was!  I hope to be in and settled by this coming Christmas. Not that the place we have leased isn’t lovely, but one likes a place of one’s own.

Taryn’s Escort Trainees: In the last few weeks I’ve been busy teaching Taryn’s new group of Escort trainees about upper reproductive tract protection during dive-sex. For contraception, they all have copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted in the uterine fundus with the strings tucked up into the cervical os. Helping fit the girls, all eighteen or older so consent isn’t an issue, with custom made latex flat spring rim contraceptive diaphragms and how to use the silicon base DiveGel+ which is a thick gel lubricant, spermicide and biocide that won’t wash away during underwater penetrative sex. Returning readers will recall that latex flat spring diaphragms won’t distort from water pressure like coil spring devices will so are safe and effective to use for cervical protection on dives to any depth. A latex flat spring is a wonderful addition to any woman’s slit-kit and speaks to the user’s knowledge of aquatic cervical protection. I advise having at least two in a well-stocked slit-kit as the latex dome sometimes develops pin holes, tears, or thin spots.

I also fitted eight Uni girls – friends of Taryn - who are traveling to Eilat, Israel on the north end of the Red Sea for a two-week dive vacation with boyfriends and needed latex flat spring devices for “flood insurance” to prevent the hydraulics of a thrusting lover from forcing water into the uterus during underwater intercourse. They are all tiny girls and took mostly 65mm and one 70mm size and each bought two in her size, A wear and a spare.  They flew El Al out of Heathrow last Sunday.  

Preparation for the 2017 Vernal Equinox

Miss Nexplanon teasing Morning Wood

The Photo: Pregnant, but not yet showing Miss Nexplanon teasing Marvin as she prepares to go clubbing with him. There is a black garter belt that gos with the rest of the ensemble to complete the look.  

I like wearing something like this with all the straps and fasteners at bedtime so a partner can “help” me out of it while getting us both in the mood. I have found it is an amazing tease! I’ll let him ejaculate in the reinforced toes of the stockings when I’m dressing before adding toe pads, forcing my toes into the blocks of a pair of pointes, pulling the backs up over my heels, wrapping the ribbons tightly around my ankles, tying them snugly and tucking the ends under, out of the way. I’ll do a ten-minute warmup at my bedroom barre letting him watch me doing barre splits and when I’ve finished he is marvelously hard, standing tall dripping pre-cum ready to push his way inside me after he helps me with the straps and fasteners.     

Preparation for the Vernal Equinox celebration: I had thought I would be able to have Tim as my partner on the Celtic altar at sunrise on March 20^th to celebrate the Vernal Equinox, but it wasn’t to be. I had offered to let the War College course he is taking conduct military exercises on my property and house and feed them for the week of the equinox when they are scheduled to hold field exercises. However, after the school sent out a survey party to see if the topography of the area met their training needs I was told that HM’s government was concerned about possible accident liability when holding armed forces training on private property, so they declined my offer with thanks and will train that week in the highlands of Scotland. So, I found myself temporarily w/o a partner for the sunrise celebration of the arrival of Spring.

My wards on Spring break: Returning readers will recall my wards are: Bea a 19 y/o who graduated from St Lucy’s in 2015 and entered Cambridge last fall; Willow a 21 y/o Brit-chick who danced with the Royal Ballet. She is Jack’s natural daughter by an RB ballerina. When released from the company Willow danced in my ballet Co in Vegas. She graduated from UNLV and she is in grad school at Cambridge; The Dryads, Bryony and Claire in their mid-20s and former dancers with the RB who are studying for Doctorates in Clinical Psychology at University College London.

The Cambridge five-week Spring break, between Lent and Easter terms is from Friday March 17^th to Tuesday April 25^th. The girls will be with me for at least the first two weeks and they are bringing boyfriends with them which saves me the trouble of bringing in male companions they may not like.

Marvin, “Morning Wood”, becomes available: Returning readers may recall Marvin: AKA ‘Morning Wood’ is my most recent former psychoanalyst and previous fetish lover. He helped me come to terms with my responsibilities as a Druid Priestess and handmaiden of Aphrodite. However, he is delusional in that he has a fixation that when I’m dressed in her dance or street clothes I am his dead wife Jenna (from her photos we could be identical twins) who was a dancer killed in a car crash along with their 6 mos. old baby a few months before I met him. She was a Soloist with the San Francisco Ballet before their marriage and my looks and ballet background put him almost instantly in my thrall. Fortunately, our pointe shoe sizes (4 ½ or 5 ½when menstrual) and dress size (#2) are the same. She wore a Bloch Alpha (S0104) pointe shoes, with a ¾ outer sole that allowed full display of her and now my high arches, but require very strong feet and ankles to remain centered over the blocks.

When I moved to the UK in January of 2015 Marvin came with me and worked as a psychiatrist in the Blackthorn Clinic in London. With the move, I brought along all of Jenna’s clothes and I was very careful to make sure I brought along her pairs of Bloch Alpha pointes – 24 pairs in varying states of use - that still have her scent in them which I wear during sex with him. I have also bought new pairs of the S0104 style, but use them for training and around home when he is with me and have saved wearing her shoes for when we are having sex which is when I need to be the best Jenna I can be for him. He likes taking me in missionary with my hips on a hard pillow and legs over my head. That way he can smell the scent of the sweat dampened paste in her pointe-shoes while he is thrusting into me.

In the fall of 2015 Marvin was offered a position as a Don at Cambridge. With my encouragement, he accepted and moved to Cambridge to teach at Trinity College. I could have held him in my thrall, but I let him go thinking he had helped me over some rough spots and I wanted to let him reach his potential as an academic and to let him get away from me as I reminded him continually of Jenna. He has thrived at Cambridge and I haven’t had sex with him in about a year.

At Cambridge Marvin developed an intimate a relationship with a post grad student who I’ll call “Miss Nexplanon” who recently fell preggers from their affair even though the Nexplanon (the single rod upper arm etonogestrel implant) failure rate is .05% for both perfect use and typical use because the method requires no user action after insertion. The rod was inserted correctly and it had only been implanted a bit more than a year of its three-year effective life so it was initially thought that her conceiving was just one of those one in a thousand chances. However, Marvin found out that she had not told him or her Gyn that she suffered from epileptic seizures and was on an anti-epileptic drugs (AED) which can reduce the effectiveness of the progestin released by Nexplanon.

It’s not clear if she had been asked what other meds she was on before Nexplanon was implanted. She certainly should have been and there is usually a sheet for the patient to sign so there won’t be any questions later. If the question was asked did she lie or could she have forgotten she was on an anti-seizure med?  Whatever the reason for her not telling her Gyn she was on an AED, the omission put her at much greater risk of conceiving than anyone expected. Marvin offered to marry her, but she left Uni without giving him an answer. So, until she returns or contacts him he is available for stud service and he is an amazingly talented stallion!

Morning Wood and me: Marvin says he liked watching her since she reminded him of the fun we had as she sat on the edge of their bed and Kegel his liquefied semen into a pad then insert a tampon to absorb the last bit that always seems to drain out forever before pulling on her tights. He reminded me that I on the other hand would sit on his face (which she wouldn’t do) and kegal his spunk into his mouth while he parted my labia with his tongue and he would swallow it. He loves the musky scent of my genital secretions after we have had sex so I’d let the last of his seed drain into the absorbent gusset of my tights or leggings. I have happy memories of  enjoying the gusset’s slippery feel against my labia knowing it would provide lubrication when he would push me against a wall and finger-fuck me in preparation for our next encounter.

Marvin and I have kept in contact and I knew that he was no longer in a relationship so I offered, if he was available, to share my bed with him during his Spring break and take him as my partner on the ancient Celtic altar at dawn on the Vernal Equinox. And he agreed! I do so look forward to having his semen draining out of me again! I should be CD17 – three days after I ovulate - on the equinox so I can safely take him w/o either of us using protection of any sort which means I can enjoy having his sperm in my tubes again with no consequences.

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!

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. 

Thanksgiving prep., Winter solstice prep., Ben Wa balls training

Winter in the Cambrian Mountains

The Photo:  In this view you can get some idea of the vast emptiness of areas of the Cambrian Mountains. It’s still a bit early for snow on the west side of the Cambrians even where Blackthorn castle is located on a crag, because of the warming effect of the weather coming off the Atlantic across St. George’s Channel. The cold and damp of the UK almost makes me miss the dry weather of the Nevada desert at times, but I’m becoming accustomed to it.

Thanksgiving at Blackthorn House: As I mentioned in my entry for November 6^th, “Guy Fawkes Day, Bonfire Night” I’ll be celebrating Thanksgiving – the last Thursday in November - here in London. Marvin, ‘Morning Wood’, and Bea will be coming down from Cambridge today (the 24^th) and Bea is bringing a boy she met there. Chris, my male Gyn who moved from Vegas to the UK with me will be there with a date (one of Nikolai’s Odalisques who is not dancing because of a wrist injury) as well as my next door neighbors in Eaton Square, Alexei a Russian ex-pat and his daughter Veronika who is bringing a date for the weekend. Nikolai is busy performing with the ballet so he won’t be readily available. I will be CD13 and fertile then so I intend to have sex with an unprotected man (or men) while wearing a latex Reflexions FS diaphragm over an Oves cervical cap screwed down tight on my cervix for contraception. Marvin, Chris and Alexi are all well hung, excellent in bed, enjoy milking me and know what pelvic moves I enjoy so I’m really looking forward to hosting the dinner and mating with the new men. My cook from the castle is with me in London and she is familiar with roasting turkeys.  She will be preparing two 15 lb birds as the smaller ones are more tender and moist and there are twice as many wings and drumsticks. We are also having cubed sage dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, candied yams and mince pies the traditional things my mom cooked when we lived in South Western Virginia.

The London forecast is for cloudy and dry weather with temps in the low fifties. The forecast for the market town nearest the castle, Llanidloes, which is on the A470 south west of the rail station at Caersws where The Dragon is parked when I’m in residence at Blackthorn Castle is for rain this whole week with the temperature about the same as in London.  

New location for celestial celebrations: The East tower roof of Blackthorn castle has been inspected for safety and access. It’s a fighting top with a flat stone and lead roof surrounded by a crenulated wall with merlons, the upper part of a crenelation, and embrasures/crenels, the lower part which archers shot through, and the area is large enough for celebrating the equinoxes and summer and winter solstices. The rooms directly below the roof have a stone central foundation column that comes up all the way to the roof  which can support a lot more weight (for boiling oil and stones to drop on attackers) than just the roof itself. The spiral stairway is a typical clockwise spiral ascent to minimize the sword arms of attackers and maximize the sword arms of defenders. So it’s a bit tricky to ascend and descend in ballet-boots and pointe shoes, but since the tower hasn’t been used for a very long time the stone treads haven’t been as badly worn as might be expected for the age of the tower.

I’ve been continuing my stair training, practicing going up and down the stairs to the basement and upper floors at Blackthorn House in ballet-boots and en pointe in Gaynors as I don’t want to be shown lacking at my first Winter Solstice celebration in my very own home. The good news for me is that the roof with its center support can take the weight of a stone altar w/o danger to the fabric of the tower. There was a massive central stone slab that was covered with animal bones the Celtic holy site in the cellars of the tower. I’ve had it moved to the roof as it will make a marvelous altar on which I will have sex – the ritual planting of seed for prosperity in the New Year – in worship of the Goddess Aphrodite, welcoming her celebration to a new location in Western Wales. I haven’t decided who the man (or men) will be quite yet.  

Access road upgrade: Over the summer Charles, my Chamberlain and my estate manager have had the access road to the castle widened, regraded and resurfaced so water runs off the road and the areas prone to slides were stabilized, the culverts under the road enlarged and replaced so now two large trucks can pass one another w/o one having to back into a pull off to let the other past. It was done cleverly with native stone so from a distance the changes are hardly visible, but it improved the safety and cut the access time for the last two miles in half.   

Pointe training update; Ben Wa ball stacking: My London advanced pointe students have done so well that for the new semester I’m having them wear two sets of 1.0 inch borosilicate glass Ben Wa balls weighing 0.65 oz. each – for a total of 2.6 oz. - as mental training to learn to compartmentalize the weight and feel of the balls during pointe class and concentrate on technique and the combinations given. During that training I and every student in the all female class will insert the balls immediately before class in the studio so the students know that no one is cheating and that I’m not asking them to do something that I won’t or can’t do since I demonstrate the combinations before having the students do them. Once they accomplish that I will have them work with 1.0 inch solid surgical steel Ben Wa ball set (each ball  weighs 2.307 oz.) for a total of 4.614 oz. of steel, more than a quarter of a pound) which I call ‘McBalls’. And when they have successfult accomplished that I will have them insert the steel balls and then the glass ones in a 4 ball stack, which they should be able to wear w/o expelling any by next summer. When I’m not available Bryony is teaching the class and she is a superb teacher and is just as enamored of the uses of Ben Wa balls for vaginal training as I am.

 

Blackthorn and its uses, Location Z, Celtic site

An old Blackthorn tree in spring blossom

The Photo: The Blackthorn (Prunus Spinosa) is prized for its lovely grained very hard heartwood for making walking sticks, Irish shillelaghs and as a shrub it creates an impenetrable hedge. Blackthorn has been long associated with witchcraft, and it is said that witches' wands and staffs were made using blackthorn wood. And its berries, Sloe, are used in making Sloe gin. Long ago Blackthorn was so common in the Cambrian Mountains that the castle and Barony were named for it.

The Blackthorn riding crop: I’ve had a riding crop made from Blackthorn heartwood by an aged craftsman who I’ll call ‘Garrick Ollivander’. Harry Potter fans will recognize the name as the owner of the Wand shop in the village outside Hogwarts. Mr. Ollivander lives in one of the Barony’s grace-and-favor cottages in the village close at hand having rendered services in making riding crops, walking sticks, crutches and charms for Edith my predecessor as Baroness.

Having a riding crop made is not quite like having a Wand fitting as the crop doesn’t have a personal relationship with its owner as a wand does. However, the length and thickness of the crop shaft should be proportional to the size of its owner and the grip should fit comfortably in the owner’s hand. Mine I use for play with my submissives during BDSM scenes when I’m training men as well as when I’m riding horses. I also use it to correct students during ballet class and when I’m teaching pointe while wearing ballet-boots I strike the crop against the heel cup of my boot when I’m displeased with the students performing a combination and the soft leather popper makes a wonderfully sharp crack which really gets my students attention.  For more about Prunus Spinosa, see the article: HERE

Location Z disappears:  Actually, it didn’t really disappear. We know exactly where it went. The last reported earthquake in the Scottish Highlands was a magnitude 3 centered near Fort William in July of 2014. So it doesn’t seem that temblor was the trigger for the massive slide that caused the top several hundred feet of the cliff on which Location Z was located to fall in to the valley to the north. Returning readers will recall that the north altar at Location Z was on the edge of the cliff and the standing stones to its north had already fallen into the abyss. Jack, Viscount Sandbach and one of my former lovers, whose father owns the land, had always said the location was safe. Apparently he was mistaken! Fortunately the slide occurred between celebrations so none of us were injured and since it occurred at night and fell into a forested area no one was injured in the valley where the slide landed. I give thanks to the Goddess that no humans were injured or killed!

I should still have time to find a suitable location to celebrate the Winter Solstice which I think will almost certainly be Blackthorn Castle since it would eliminate a good bit of travel and having to stay with friends, the long ride to and from the mountain top and changing into ceremonial garb on site in tents. Not that His Grace, the Duke of M**** hasn’t been a perfect host whenever I’ve stayed with him, but losing Location Z removes a great deal of the reason for going to the Scottish Highlands to celebrate the changing seasons. Although, changing the location of the ceremony will have little effect on the weather experienced, which is almost as cold and wet at Blackthorn castle as at Location Z.  However, getting out of the weather afterward will just be a matter of going back inside the castle. From recent research in the Barony archives by a scholar who works in the Bodleian Library and is an expert on early Welsh texts, prose stories (The Mabinogion, the White Book of Rhydderch, the Red Book of Hergest and others) I’m finding that one of the oldest parts of Blackthorn Castle an east facing tower is said to have been built over a sacred Celtic site which may properly serve the needs of Aphrodite.

It’s amazing the ancient texts setting down the legends surrounding the castles location that my Bodleian researcher has discovered. She found them shelved in an alcove previously blocked by a medieval bookcase in the castle muniment room. The tower is a part of the castle that (so legend has it) hasn’t been entered in more than three hundred years since the 12 y/o son of the 18^th Baroness fell to his death from its roof while hiding from a playmate and is said to haunt it. Well, hasn’t been entered other than gain access to repair the roof during which strange things happened with some of the materials being used. No one has wanted to go into it especially the cellars where the Celtic ruins form part of the foundation fearing both the ghost and spirits from the old ways. It would seem that being built over the sacred Celtic site the tower, which is on the eastern side so has a marvelous view of the sunrise, should be ideal. I’ll have to have the roof checked for size and safety and I look forward to inspecting it myself with Charles.

Circe’s Lair at Blackthorn Castle: Several years ago I started a small gathering spot in my club Naughty Pleasures in Las Vegas called Circe’s Lair, which was a private costume encounter club, giving women an opportunity to act out their fantasies with men by giving them so much sex it drains the men of their energy changing them from tigers to kittens. Rather like Delilah cutting off Sampson’s hair, but a club member’s weapon of choice is her vagina not shears. A talented woman with stamina could turn a man who thought himself a tiger in bed into an exhausted tabby during a single encounter.

This past February I approved plans to upgrade part of one of the newer wings of Blackthorn Castle to make a small getaway destination for aristocratic vanilla women who want to improve their sexual skills and I’m calling it Circe’s Lair. The modifications are complete and it’s quite lovely! The Lair when it’s opened for clients won’t be specifically to train them to exhaust men sexually, but should that happen more power to the women. It is an achievement devoutly to be wished! From what I’ve seen of young aristocratic British women many of them are vanilla and sexually naive so there should be quite a market for a course that teaches my seductive techniques and pelvic skills. It will be a combination of the Contemporary Sexual Health and Advanced Sexual Techniques courses I taught at St. Lucy’s in Las Vegas.

The Lair is lovely, very feminine without being the least twee. It has three suites each consisting of a bedroom, sitting room, large full bathroom and an encounter salle. On the ground floor is a very nice residential size enclosed and heated swimming pool. Not that their was a large amount of traffic at Blackthorn House in Belgravia when I trained women there, but having a student away from the delights of London should help focus her mind on her training. Tanaquil has agreed to send one of her French Dommes over to run the Lair and manage the male trainers and their female students.