Copper IUDs, menstrual gushing and Celestial events planning

A pair of my ‘alpha and omega’ leather pointes

The photo: A pair of special makeup Capezio Aerial style 191 in black leather. I have a few pairs I wear on solemn occasions; ceremonies such as christenings and funerals. I call them my Alpha and Omega shoes because in them I celebrate the beginning and the end of life. I wear black leather pointes made of traditional materials on those occasions (with fitted slacks over tights) to experience their discomfort. I see it as a masochistic offering of joy to welcome a new life entering the world or in sorrow with the family who lost a member to death.

Copper IUDs, menstrual cups and gushing: A copper ParaGard T380a IUD with a frame is more likely to cause heavier bleeding during menstruation than does a frameless standard 6 bead GyneFix 300. The mini-GyneFix 4 bead 200 causes almost no increase in bleeding during menstruation. Heavier bleeding and the sometimes attendant anemia can necessitate an iron rich diet to stay healthy.

This subject came to mind the other day when I was CD3 and flowing heavily with a Diva cup inserted for flow control. Fortunately Nikolai likes the scent (metallic) and taste (coppery) of my flow as well as going swimming in the ‘Red Sea’ so I have had no decrease in menstrual sex between my former lover, Marvin, and Nikolai.

My menstrual schedule for the Celestial celebrations: I am scheduled to be CD5 and nearing the end of my period on the Autumnal Equinox. For the Winter Solstice I should be CD11 and fertile, which is a very good omen! When my wards were living and training with me in Vegas they were in menstrual synchrony with me, but now their cycles are drifting as they are no longer training with me enough for my pheromones to keep them in synchrony. 

The seasons, celebrated as did the Ancients: I’m already making plans for my wards and I to celebrate the last two significant celestial events of the 2015 calendar year the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice.  The Autumnal Equinox occurs on September 23^rd which is a Wednesday, and the Winter Solstice occurs on December 22^nd which is a Tuesday. As we have for the past few years we will be celebrating sunrise at Location Z, the ancient holy site in the mountains North East of Ullapool Scotland. Getting permission from my ward’s tutors at their Universities has been no problem as they are known to be favorites of His Grace who continues to be a generous donor.

For the Autumnal Equinox my wards and I will be traveling from London to Inverness aboard ‘The Dragon’, my private rail cars, and staying with the Duke of M**** at his castle, Crag Abbey, in the mountains to the west of Loch Ness on Saturday September 19^th. Then convoy to his Grace’s hunting lodge below the summit of Loc. Z on the 21^st as a staging point for ascending to the celestial temple very early on the morning of the 23^rd Afterward returning to Crag Abbey for a day or two of relaxation before Returning to London on Saturday the 26^th. Nikolai has already been invited as everyone wants to meet the ballet star and my new lover. From the 19^th to the 26^th he will miss four performances of Romeo and Juliet out of a total of eighteen so he was granted leave for those.

For the Winter Solstice my wards and I will again be traveling from London to Inverness aboard ‘The Dragon’ and staying with the Duke of M**** at his castle, Crag Abbey on Saturday the 19^th. Then convoy to his Grace’s hunting lodge below the summit of Loc. Z on the 20^th as a staging point for ascending to the celestial temple very early on the morning of the 22^nd. Afterward we will return to Crag Abbey and remain as guests of His Grace and his son Jack (one of my former lovers) until after 12^th night which in 2016 is Tuesday January 5^th. Nikolai was again invited as my partner. However, since the ballet will be performing The Nutcracker during December and early January he won’t be able to get away as he would miss twelve performances between 12/19/15 and 1/5/16 which the mandarins’ would quite rightly be upset about. So, Marvin, Morning Wood, will be partnering me as he won’t be teaching (at Cambridge) then since Michaelmas term ends on Friday 4 December and Lent term doesn’t begin until Tuesday 12 January. I think that will work out quite nicely as it will give Marvin and me time to reestablish our relationship and let him know he is very precious to me.

Nikolai’s sperm count: Now that I have managed my lover’s small harem so he can be ‘unfaithful’ to me during the work day, a situation I encourage to keep him sexually satisfied until we can be together during evenings and weekends, I conducted some tests of his semen with a home sperm check kit to get an idea of his sperm count and I was pleased to find he is still off the high end. I was curious to see if his sex drive is affecting his ability to father offspring. I’m sure his count has dropped some with him having an average of four acts of intercourse per day, but his enthusiasm for fucking my brains out has not diminished and the volume of semen he releases is quite high, the equivalent of a man who paces himself and amazing for a man who goes after women as though there was no tomorrow as Nikolai’s libido drives him to do.  At his latest physical he masturbated into a specimen cup and the lab did a thorough test. He had a very high sperm count per ml of ejaculate and they were all perfectly formed and strong swimmers. So my lover can be very dangerous around a fertile and unprotected female even at the pace he is setting for himself.

Thrust-drop injury in Freeds: It’s happened already! One of Nikolai’s Odalisques has dislocated a big toe in a thrust-drop injury while wearing Freed Classics. I had warned the girls in his harem as well as others that switching to Gaynor Minden pointes for ballet-sex play was what they should do. However, this woman’s shoe allowance had been spent on Freeds and she didn’t want to be out of pocket £ 86 – £95 for a pair of shoes to seduce Nikolai when she had a fresh supply of Freeds for the fall season. Obviously she wasn’t paying attention when I explained why Gaynors were far more comfortable and safer. She will not be dancing for several months and is out as one of my competitors in the scramble to take him away from me. Not that any of them stand a chance of being more than a convenient dalliance, a place holder. Fortunately I had an alternate on standby that immediately filled the injured woman’s spot in his ballet-sex harem while wearing Gaynor pointes. Once again, small women should absolutely wear GM pointes for ballet-sex with tall men to minimize the possibility of serious thrust-drop injuries.

Waxed pubes, return to London and Inverness

Mind the gap! A full Brazilian bikini wax

The photo: A young woman who has recently had a full Brazilian bikini waxing with the smooth soft skin of her mons pubis barely covered by her thong.

A full Brazilian: A full Brazilian waxing is the removal of all hair in the pelvic area, front and back. It is a form of bikini waxing, and involves the complete removal of hair from the buttocks and adjacent to the anus, perineum and vulva (labia majora and mons pubis).

The day before we left Virgin Gorda I had my cosmetologist give all my wards and me a full Brazilian bikini waxing. I’ve been getting full Brazilian waxes ever since I begin performing in erotic ballets when I was in my teens so that’s about 25 years. Now very little hair grows back and what does is very fine. Even so I take 800 mg of ibuprofen 30 minutes before I get on the table and it’s over quickly while I catch up with the latest salon gossip from my cosmetologist. Bea, Willow and the Swan Twins have been getting full Brazilians for the past 3 years so they have far less hair as well and our complete recovery interval is about 24 hours, but we do coat our pubes with a soothing aloe vera gel which speeds healing of surface tissues and wear loose clothing for two days. At my age I think a full Brazilian along with the Swiss skin care treatments I’m getting keeps my skin soft, wrinkle free and healthy and me looking like I’m in my late 20s which I think is awesome! I am frequently mistaken for a sister of Willow, Odette and Odile which does wonders for my ego!

How long the results of a Brazilian wax will last depends on a number of things. Hair grows at different rates, depending on the person and sometimes your cultural background and how well the previous waxing was done. The wax my cosmetologist uses is a mixture of natural beeswax and tall oil (also called  pine oil or liquid rosin which is a viscous yellow-black odorous liquid obtained as a by-product of the Kraft process of wood pulp manufacture) rather than the more common synthetic waxes used for regular leg waxing.  I think the blend of beeswax and pine oil gives the dark wax mixture a rather pleasant scent. Beeswax is used because it is felt that it’s stronger, and more effective at removing the thicker, coarser pubic hairs. There are products available to lessen the pain involved, such as topical anesthetics. Sometimes a hair inhibitor is applied, which slows the regrowth of hair and may halt regrowth completely. The results can last up to two months. For my wards a bikini wax will last 4 to six weeks. Because I have been waxing for so long I can go 2 months or a bit longer.

Anya, Paul and the five trainees: Anya and her boyfriend Paul, the Swan Twin’s father, are staying at my place on Virgin Gorda until the weekend to continue to supervise the five girl’s hostess training with their boyfriends in my absence. Then the five couples along with Alice Duchess of M**** will sail aboard the Wanton Lass IV to Charlotte Amalie to board Limnaea II for the flight back to Stansted in the UK. Anya and Paul will remain and be staying at Paul’s place (next to mine) on Lost Cove for a few more weeks.

Alice, the estranged wife of His Grace the Duke of M****, will be staying with me at my place in Eaton Square while she is in town for The Season and shopping for a Fall wardrobe. I’ve come to think of Alice as the mother I never really had and we get along wonderfully well. Her current lover, Brigadier Ellis, will be accompanying her and he and Marvin, my lover and psychiatrist, have become great friends.  

The return to London: The trip back was uneventful. We slept and read most of the way while recovering from our bikini waxings. The maximum distance for Limnaea II (a G650) is a bit more than 8,000 miles at a long-range cruising speed of about 650 mph. The distance from Charlotte Amalie, St Thomas to Stansted Airport, London is 4,172 miles and with the crosswinds it took about 7.5 hours for the flight.  We landed at Stansted at about 5:00 AM British Summer Time a few minutes after sunrise on the 16^th.

The Bentley and two Land Rovers were there to meet us and take us to Blackthorn House in Eaton square where the staff was on hand in the foyer to greet us and take our bags to our rooms. We all showered and changed into fresh clothes before sitting down to a full English breakfast.  Then Willow who grew up and worked in London took Bea and the Swan Twins out briefly shopping to see what the must-haves are for Fall before we were due to board the train for Inverness. 

The trip to Inverness: Charles, my Chamberlain of the Household whose staff runs the Barony, had The Dragon - my private rail car - moved from Caersws, the nearest rail head to Blackthorn Castle, to Kings Cross station. It was attached to the back of the regular June 16^th 12:00 PM through train from London Kings Cross to Inverness which required no transfers. The schedule was 8 hours and 6 minutes for the 568 mile trip which is about 70 miles per hour. So we made very good time. We convoyed from Eaton square to the station boarded shortly before departure and had lunch and supper aboard and just had a wonderful time relaxing though the change from the 70° evening temperature the Caribbean to 50° mornings and clouds in UK is taking a bit of getting used to though the day on the 16^th in London was a pleasant 75°.

We were more or less on time arriving in Inverness at 8:15 PM and the temperature was already in the 50s with brisk wind at the station.  The trip in the land Rovers along the western side of Loch Ness and into the mountains to get to Crag Abbey was uneventful and it was after dark (sunset is now about 10:00 PM) with temperatures in the 40s and a stiff wind at the Abbey by the time we arrived and had gotten settled for the night. 

Pomegranates for Aphrodite: The pomegranate is sacred to Aphrodite who is said to have first planted it on the island of Kypros. The fruit symbolizes female fertility and the marital loss of virginity with the consummation of marriage (from both its red stains and rich seeds). I had brought a basket of pomegranates as an offering to the Goddess in the Roman temple of Venus that surrounds the spring beneath the undercroft of the abbey. Before bed on the 16^th Marvin went with me as I placed the fruit on her altar and then we performed penile/vaginal intercourse while I wore the heavy gold collar of office as her earthly Priestess to rededicate myself to the spread of sexual rapture in her name. Rededication ceremonies like that prepare me for my task as primary celebrant at her mountain top temple on meaningful celestial occasions.

Preparations for celebrating the vernal equinox

A solar eclipse very similar to the one we will see in the UK on the vernal equinox 20 March, 2015

The 2015 Vernal equinox: My wards; Bea, Willow, and the Swan twins along with Anya who has been acting as their chaperone while they have been at UNLV since the first of the year, arrived aboard Limnaea II on Tuesday, the 17^th.  They were excused from classes as we had planned with their professors to have them work ahead. They will return to school at the end of spring break which runs from March 30 through April 4^th.   

We are going up to Inverness on my private sleeping car, The Dragon, having boarded late last evening with Marvin. We will stay this evening at Crag Abbey then on the 19^th move to His Grace’s hunting lodge in the mountains over looking Loch Broom and Ullapool in preparation for the celebration of the vernal equinox at sunrise on March 20^th.

His Grace’s Estate manager has been working with Chris, our male Gyn, to select men as seed donors in ritual sex with Aphrodite – in the form of my wards and myself - on the five altars of Location Z.

A complication: There will be an almost total solar eclipse in Scotland this Friday morning, the morning of the vernal equinox. I’m not sure if that is a good or bad thing for our welcoming in Spring, but it has certainly terrified the local Druid community as in the old religion eclipses were said to precede disasters so none of us is sure what to expect.

It’s a bit after 7:00 AM here and as soon as I post this I’m going to try to go back to sleep. I don’t sleep as well on trains as I do on Limnaea II. We are somewhere in Yorkshire at the moment I think.

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!

 

 

Winter Solstice Dec 21, 2014

Ullapool and Loch Broom in the Winter

Our military hospitals tour was cancelled: It was a combination of new hospital administrators and heightened security that made it impossible to get my dancers in to perform for Christmas. Perhaps we can entertain again next year. However, with that off the schedule we were able to leave for Scotland earlier than planned which was good because with Crofter brides as offerings to Aphrodite we needed time to prepare them.

The flight McCarran to Inverness: We left on Wednesday the 16^th and topped off our tanks at Dulles prior to a nonstop flight to Inverness. It wasn’t the best day we could have picked as there was a major storm in the Highlands, but we managed to land and Jack, Chris and Marvin were there to meet us along with three other Range Rover SUVs to take us to Crag Abbey.

While Jack had Marvin’s and my luggage taken to our suite- Marvin and Chris were moving back from the hunting lodge above Ullapool -  my first stop was the temple of Aphrodite/Venus in the undercroft of the Abbey over which the Abbey was built beginning in the 13^th century. I brought an offering of pomegranates, her sacred fruit, and prayed that the couples Marvin and Chris had selected for the ritual planting of seed on the five altars at Location Z would result in pregnancies. I took Marvin with me to the temple since I felt he hadn’t believed me when I told him about the Altar and Holy spring and how a feeling of power and tranquility comes over me when I’m worshiping Aphrodite there.

Marvin is presented to Aphrodite: Actually Marvin was stunned. Not so much from the antiquity of the temple itself, but at the aura that surrounds me when I pray to Aphrodite and her spirit appears above the altar. He said later that her image was so bright that it was like looking at the sun and he had to turn his back. The Goddess was none too pleased that I had brought an unbeliever and a man at that to her temple, but I explained that he was my therapist and lover at which point she wanted me to convert him to the Old Ways.

Thoroughly mindfucked: I explained that he was more valuable unconverted, but securely in my thrall so he would do the Goddesses bidding while walking undetected among unbelievers. She seemed satisfied. However, she had the last word by appearing as a wraith and confiding that she wanted to experience sex with my mortal partner seduced him and for nearly 30 minutes she had him in a continually aroused state during which he had multiple orgasms; shuddering, gasping, moaning with his hips continually thrusting and sweat pouring off him as though he was in a sauna. His ejaculate passed through her form jetted several feet in the air in large creamy strings only to fall back splattering on his flat sweaty abs as she kept him in orgasm.

After she finished with him he was unconscious for at least 45 minutes. I feared for his health, but she assured me that he was uninjured and when he woke he would still have his usual sexual stamina and recall the encounter as sex with me as she didn’t want an unbeliever thinking he had hallucinated about having sex with a Goddess. I was pleased that she left him with that thought as it should make him far easier to manipulate.  I felt my time with the Goddess was very positively received by her, especially after she had her way with Marvin.  

Breeding diaphragms: Chris, our male Gyn, and I had decided to fit the brides, 17 and 18 y/o girls, with ‘breeding diaphragms’ to help increase the likelihood of pregnancies even though four of the five girls were to be fertile on the Solstice. Returning readers may recall that a breeding diaphragm is one two sizes smaller than the size she should wear for effective contraception. The smaller size allows her partner to under-thrust the rim and ejaculate in the dome so when not aroused and on her back the tip of her cervix will be submerged in a pool of her lover’s semen. Chris had fitted the brides for the correct size diaphragms so I brought a lot of 60 and 65mm sizes to use as breeders I also had time to give the husbands a trial run to show them how they should angle their thrusts in missionary to under-thrust a breeder with me wearing a 70mm Omniflex (coil spring rim) as a breeder. And given that I was CD9 and fertile on the Winter Solstice I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix underneath.

Sunrise on the Solstice: At Location Z sunrise on the Solstice was at 9:04 GMT so we were up at 5 AM for breakfast at His Grace’s hunting lodge then in a convoy traveled up to the robbing tents just outside the Holy site by 7:30 to dress in full length hooded shearling robes. Jack had the road plowed of snow which started above 600 M and he cleared the altars of snow with a flamethrower type device and the four huge stone fire pits for the peat fires around each altar were lit. The wind gusting from 15 to 20 mph howled through the tone-holes in the stone columns surrounding the altars location and the brides were very spooked before they were given goblets of Gorse brandy which settled their nerves. Then seven minutes before sunrise my wards and I walked the brides and their husbands to their respective altars. Their positions were chosen by drawing straws the longest getting the main Altar and the second longest the altar furthest east.

The ritual planting of seed: We had the brides lie down in their shearling robes and their husbands mount them so that at sunrise they were all penetrated and  perhaps it was the Cialis that all the husbands had taken, but there were no cases of erectile dysfunction though there may have been at least two cases of premature ejaculation, but after the breeder rim had been under-thrust so the speed wasn’t a problem. Actually none tarried and the brides were back in the robbing tent on their backs on cots with more Gorse brandy to sedate them in less than twenty minutes while my wards and I mounted the altars to give the husbands another shot at immortality and after that my being mounted by His Grace on the primary altar as the final act of intercourse of the eleven performed that morning.

It snowed the entire time and we never saw the sun. The blazing fire pits and the wind caused there to be this curious nearly dry almost warm bubble around the altars for the ninety minutes there was sexual activity on the altars. The Goddess was pleased. His Grace and I were very pleased as well with how flawlessly the ceremony had gone given the weather and new participants. Now if five pregnancies result it will be such a good sign as His Grace is trying to increase the family sizes of the Crofters on his estates.

Back at the hunting lodge: As a Christmas gift to the Crofter couples who participated in the Solstice seed planting His Grace has given them Christmas weekend at the hunting lodge with a set of servants to wait on them and they were so appreciative!

After the ritual burning of the ceremonial shearling robes and a hearty lunch His Grace, Jack, Marvin my wards and I returned to Crag Abbey overlooking Loch Ness. The cloud cover and snow have been so heavy that we haven’t seen the Loch in more than a day and I wondered if the Range Rovers were going to make it up the mountain but they did.

 

 

 

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.   

 

 

Ballet-sex, Morning Wood and the Scottish referendum

GM Luxe satin pointes showing the internal platform pads

The Photo: A pair of new Gaynor Mindens in Luxe satin with sueded platforms, showing the thick soft internal platform pads that cushions the wearer’s toes for hops en pointe and thrust-drop during ballet-sex. The shoes were new when the photo was taken and I hadn’t really sweated much or bled in them then.

Ballet-sex and Morning Wood: I’m CD25 and luteal as this is written. This time next week I will be menstrual and will be in Scotland con-celebrating the Autumnal Equinox at Location Z with my wards as surrogates for the demi-goddesses of fertility. During that ceremony, if my cycle (and theirs) goes as usual we will be CD4 and bleeding, which is what the Goddess needs for our inseminators to plant their ritual seed deep inside my flowing wards and me.

What does this have to do with morning wood you ask? Since he is my therapist it’s important that before I leave I stoke his desire for me so that he will be satisfied pleasuring himself while sniffing the musk from Jenna’s panties soaked in my fertile cervical mucus (I Kegel FCM into at least three pairs, put them in Ziploc bags and pop them in his freezer so he can defrost a pair every day or two and suck my mucus out of the crotch) and a pair of my GM pointes soaked with estrogenic sweat and perhaps a bit of toe cheese from tiny pieces of toe pads, sloughed off shin, chips from toe polish and toe-tape adhesive. I’ll also leave him a pair of Jenna’s Bloch Alphas pointes I’ve sweated in as there is no suitable substitute for the scent of sweat soaked pointes made of traditional materials, leather, hessian, paste and satin.

Surviving thrust-drop: 316 Club girls train to strengthen calves and ankles while soloing in their dorms or in encounter studios with a vibi and a quarter-pounder steel ball set is inserted when not with the escort candidates they are helping train. However, there is no substitute for actual penile penetration while en pointe. That’s especially true with a taller man who lifts you off your toes when he thrusts as far into you as he can get as that is the only way to experience and therefore train to survive thrust-drop during ballet-sex.

For thrust-drop training tall male escorts are pared with shorter 316 club girls so that the men can learn to be gentle to an extent, while the girls can learn to guide her partner’s shaft  by adjusting her hips to avoid him directly ramming her cervix and having the fat pad on her mons pubis pounded by her lover’s pelvis as he lifted her off her toes and then at withdrawal dropping her back en pointe. Thrust-dropped while wearing pointe-shoes made with traditional materials shortened the life of their blocks substantially w/o protecting her toes. That is why the internal platform pads and the polymer blocks of Gaynor Minden pointes are so important for ballet-sex and the fetish community.   

Ballet-boots forbidden during ballet-sex training: The 316 Club girls have been forbidden to wear their English made leather ballet-boots while training for ballet-sex. We fear they will become accustomed to putting their weight on the heels, not remaining centered over the blocks and their ankles and toes won’t be strengthened as they would if they were wearing pointe-shoes because of the ankle support provided by the tightly laced boot shafts and in properly fitted and laced boots very little of the wearer’s weight is on her toes. Too, we have them in negative heeled shoes when not training in pointe-shoes because otherwise they spend so much time en pointe they will shorten their Achilles tendons.

Change in plan: It was a scramble, but we boarded Limnaea II on the afternoon of Tuesday (9/16) and landed at Inverness in the early morning of Wednesday the 17th. Our departure date was advanced as His Grace thought it would be an educational experience for us all if we could be in Scotland for the independence referendum that will be held tomorrow, the 18th of September. I had no problem getting my wards out of school as they will be writing first person papers for their political science courses about the results of the referendum as well as some general papers about ancient sites found in the mountains behind Ullapool on Loch Broom.

His Grace’s Celebration: His Grace and Jack were there to greet us with the convoy of Range Rovers and took us up to Crag Abbey in the mountains west of Loch Ness to get us settled in. Fortunately we had sent our dive gear and other bulky clothes and equipment ahead. His grace will be holding a celebration party for the Lairds and other grandees on the night of the election regardless of whether the vote is yes for separation into a new nation or no to remain as part of the UK. The result is expected to be known some time early Friday, the 19th.

The old bull also had our new ceremonial shearling robes in which we will be pumped full of semen to celebrate planting of seed for the spring harvest ready to be fitted and they are lovely and so warm. But of course it’s entirely different when you’re lying on your back on a stone altar on the top of a mountain in the rain with some lusty Scotsman trying to fuck your brains out. If you get your mind set to take a lusty man most of the discomfort just disappears in the moment, but initial it can take some concentration. It’s still British Summer Time (BST) in the UK until Sunday, October 26 so right now the UK is still 8 hours ahead of Pacific daylight time. Alice, Duchess of M***, her daughter Fiona were already at Crag Abbey and Willow Jack’s daughter came over with me so the family will all vote together. The temperature is forecast to be in the mid 60’s F for the next several days with clouds and fog in the elevations at the Abbey.

Chris has already run ultrasounds on my wards GyneFix IUDs to make sure they are still in place and he will run them again on the morning before we appear on the altars to make sure the girls protection is properly in place.  It’s past 1:00 AM here and I’ve got to post this before I go to bed as we will be up early for the family to go to town to vote.

Hidden treasure, dive-sex soirée

A ten Kilo unmarked gold bar

The photo: A ten kilo unmarked bar of Scottish gold from the mine on one of His Grace’s estates.

The Duchy on the eve of World War II: His Grace’s Grandfather who became Duke in 1935 was, according to Jack’s father the current Duke, very concerned that there would be another war and that London would be bombed far more thoroughly than it was during the 1914 war. As a result he moved half of the gold bullion from his Scottish mine from the vaults of the bank of England to a secret location and didn’t begin depositing gold in the BOE again until 1947. The gold that was moved from London and the production of the mine for the twelve years between 1935 and 1947 has never been found, according to the family’s oral history.

His Grace says that’s partly attributable to the secrecy of his grandfather and partly to the fact that the workman who helped hide the gold were sent to war as part of the British expeditionary force that was trapped on the beach at Dunkirk. During it’s evacuation in late May and early June of 1940 the boat in which His Grace’s estate workers were being taken off the beach was hit by artillery fire and they were all killed. There was also a shaft collapse at the mine in 1947 which killed the two supervisors who took the gold from the smelter to His Grace at the Abbey to be placed with the other gold. And lastly his grandfather had a massive heart attack and died w/o telling anyone where the hiding place is. The old bull, (Jack’s father) says that his father searched for years and supposedly never found the hidden gold, but that after a while seemed to take the loss in stride as the family is still extremely wealthy. However, the current Duke believes his father eventually found the gold as he would spend weeks at a time at the Abbey and then suddenly his personality improved markedly and he stopped spending so much time there, leading the current Duke to think his father finally located the treasure. If so the location was never shared with Jack’s father, as he tells the story.  This story has passed into legend in the UK financial community as a cautionary tale of do-it-yourself security going badly wrong. It also has fascinated bankers about Crag Abbey since that is where everyone thinks the gold was hidden.

Cistern bottom debris: When the Abbey cistern was first converted to a swimming pool / aqua-dungeon of sorts, in the mid 1970s it was thoroughly cleaned of bottom debris. Things like bits of armor and equipment, the bones of small animals that found their way into the vault and fell in and drowned and buckets that fell apart and sunk. However, since then it hasn’t been touched as far as bottom debris is concerned. So I got permission for Bea and I to see what was on the bottom and give it a good cleaning – similar to what I do periodically for The Well, Adolph’s 216 ft deep dive training facility.  We used a vacuum hose connected to an electric pump that Jack had been using to drain a fishpond on the abbey grounds to deposit bottom debris into a huge screen filter to search it for interesting bits dropped over the last 40 years.

I operated the suction hose wearing an old heavy rubber Avon drysuit which belongs to Alice, the wife of His Grace, who returning readers will recall is my dear friend who lives on Virgin Gorda and is my size, to protect me from the cloud of sediment stirred up by the vacuum and it took us ten hours over three days to vacuum the bottom. In the process we came across some bottom paving stones in an area against the cistern’s north wall that had become loose, but since they posed no hazard left them untouched except to vacuum the sediment off them.  It wasn’t that on a whim I decided to do a little late spring cleaning in the aqua-dungeon it was because we were expecting visitors who might be pushed into the bottom during play and I didn’t want Jack to have to try and explain how some of the bits and pieces might have gotten there.   

Among the things we found were 3 old style copper coil IUDs, 4 latex Ortho White (coil spring) diaphragms, 5 very old dark rubber Schmid coil spring diaphragms, 2 silicone Milex wide seal Omniflex (coil spring) diaphragms and 11 NuvaRings (etonogestrel/ethinyl estradiol) and since NuvaRing became available in the UK in 2002 none are more than 12 years old so were from His Grace’s or Jacks sexual trysts in the cistern. Of course with NuvaRing it can be easily pulled out by a thrusting penis, especially if the wearer has very little to no post-pubic vault in which the NuvaRing normally rests to prevent its expulsion and during dive-sex so much else is going on that diverts a woman’s attention it is very easy to miss feeling the ring being pulled out.  That might help explain the high turnover rate in young, long haired, hard bodied, girls in domestic service at the Abbey a situation that continues today. However the senior staff has been with His Grace for a minimum of 20 years and has come to understand his need for a hot, tight, deep, piece of an afternoon, which is especially the case on rainy days when he enjoys tension release by congress with an obliging female sprawled across his desk penetrated from behind.   

An Abbey dive soirée: So when Jack organized a Solstice soirée for five of his closest city friends who dive and shoot to welcome in the summer and, and as a weekend entertainment offered dive-sex in the Abbey’s fabled aqua-dungeon his friends in the financial community with their trophy wives or arm-candy rushed to accept to slake their curiosity about staying and playing in the legendary Abbey as well as an opportunity to have dive-sex in the only medieval aqua-dungeons in the UK and perhaps the only one built in the 12^th century still in existence. Additionally, Jack invited to the party four of his Oxford grad student friends who happen to be some of most accomplished cocksmen in the UK supposedly as partners for my wards. However, the girls and I knew we would all be swapping partners the whole time the guests were here. It was an amazing opportunity to meet nine new lusty men!

The guests came up on His Grace’s private railroad car with sleeping and dining accommodations for 20, which was attached to the regularly scheduled night train from London, Euston, to Inverness leaving at 9:15 PM and arriving at Inverness at 8:36AM. His Grace provided hunting trips into the surrounding mountains for red deer and skeet shooting off one of the Abbey’s tower terraces and cards in the evenings, but the ladies and I diverted the men in groups of two for more intimate pursuits.

For the ladies my girls and I offer shopping excursions into Inverness to sight see (no one has sighted Nessie, yet) buy woolens or gold jewelry made from the output of His Grace’s mine. We are also teaching the delights of Ben Wa balls as a vaginal toning tool and invite them to take our morning and afternoon ballet classes for those who want them. I’m pleased to say they all take our class since as a trophy wife or arm candy a girl needs to keep in top shape to minimize the chance she will be replaced. It’s no surprise when that they all have ballet backgrounds of one sort or another as you don’t get and keep the slim well muscled body and a well toned vagina w/o a good daily exercise regimen. We also have sessions – and wager who can last the longest before orgasming - riding one the two Sybian machines in an encounter salle off the tower ballet studio.

Feminine dive protection: Fortunately Jack had given me a few days warning so Chris, our male Gyn, could order 6 each of all the sizes of Reflexions flat spring diaphragms from Lamberts and we were able to determine while checking that they are all free of STIs that none of the invited guests were allergic to latex since I was going to have to fit the ladies with flood protection regardless of what other contraceptive method the girls were using.

When I mentioned to the female guests that for dive-sex we strongly recommended wearing a latex Reflexions FS diaphragm be worn for flood insurance the women asked questions from What is a diaphragm? To why should it matter?  And the universal statement we get from newbies to dive-sex, I’m on an effective method of birth control so I don’t need a diaphragm. And they all were, on hormonal contraceptives. Three had the single rod implant Nexplanon (releasing etonogestrel) in an upper arm while the other two were on the progestin-only-pill (POP) Cerazette containing desogestrel which is metabolized into etonogestrel. Of course the problem a diaphragm is used to protect against during dive-sex is not pregnancy (in their cases) but to protect their fertility and minimize the possibility of an air embolism.

So I went through my standard explanation about dive-sex protection. Which is that during dive-sex the vagina tends to flood.  Should that happen with a large hard man and a tight vagina some of the water and occasionally an air bubble or two can be pushed through the cervical os and into the uterus by the hydraulics of a thrusting penis. The bacteria in the water could cause PID leading to scarred tubes and sterility or an air bubble might cause an embolism and possibly death.  A properly fitted and correctly placed flat spring diaphragm can almost eliminate the possibility of having water or air forced into the uterus during dive-sex so it not only protects the wearer’s fertility but adds an intimate element of dive equipment to the wearer’s erotic wardrobe. Learning of those possibilities the trophies and arm candy were anxious to be fitted and then let their men know they were wearing such specialized intimate protection.

The dive-sex seminar is still underway and everyone is having a marvelous time.

Arrival at Crag Abbey, sensory deprivation

The ruins of Urquhart castle on Loch Ness

The photo: Once one of Scotland’s largest castles, Urquhart’s remains include a tower house that commands splendid views of the famous loch and Great Glen. Urquhart witnessed considerable conflict throughout its 500 years as a medieval fortress and its history from the 13th to 17th centuries was particularly bloody.

Lost Cove porn shoot ending: Anya is staying at Lost Cove for another few days to make sure nothing is missing after the video crew finishes shooting interior shots. Then the Duchess will take her around to St Thomas aboard Wanton Lass to catch a plane back to DC for a new assignment.

Juicy, Long Tom, the mermaids and the rest of the cast sailed away to finish the video on a set somewhere on the outskirts of London. Anya said their divemaster supervised two scenes with couples having intercourse when the woman’s K-valve burst disc ruptures and her tank vented. The actors survived the experiences, but were severely shaken and one actress, not Juicy, who panicked and couldn’t find her partner’s buddy reg nearly drowned and is in hospital on St Thomas being treated for aspiration pneumonia and an emotional breakdown. After that the director decided she had enough tank venting scenes.

The flight: At Dulles we said goodbye to the Gemini (the Swan Twins partners) who were to meet one of their father’s K-street lobbyists before flying home commercial and we picked up Fiona and Colin Tree who will be spending time with His Grace, her father, at the abbey (they aren’t participating in the Solstice celebration as they are non-believers) before going to London. … Just another service of JillAir…

It is 3,411 mi from Dulles to Inverness and at about 550 mph it should take about 6.1/3 hrs. We left Dulles at about 3:00 PM + 6.5 = 9:30 Eastern daylight time + 5 hrs to convert to British daylight time = 2:30 AM ETA at Inverness. We actually landed at 2:00 AM BDT as the jet stream helped a bit. The trip was uneventful, if you don’t count the girl-girl sex – with dildos - and Terry getting repeatedly blown. Fiona doesn’t share Colin so he had to make do with just one woman on the flight while the rest of us were moaning and mewing in ecstasy from G-spot orgasms given with textured Pyrex dildos.

Our arrival: Jack and Chris our Gyn were at the airport to meet us with three Land Rovers for Bea, Willow, the Swan twins, Terry and me. Fiona rented a car (on Her Majesty’s dime) at the airport for herself and Maj. Tree as they were only staying two days and then plan to take the train to London. Jack says the forecast is for rain and temps in the low to high 50s at Ullapool. That’s at sea level so it will be in the 40s F at Location Z. Which means we will be in shearling robes and using the massive peat braziers again and hopefully be warmer than at the Winter Solstice. We had coffee while the Land Rovers were loaded then the two hour trip down the loch and up into the mountains to the Abbey. It was 4:30 by the time we got to the abbey and the sunrise was at 4:18. It was a cloudy but dry morning.

The Abbey cistern: After a full English breakfast the girls, Terry and I took our regular morning ballet class in the tower studio.  Then I suggested that we plan another dive-sex video using the heated cistern as an aqua-dungeon. Returning readers will remember that the cistern was last mentioned in my 4-1-2014 post when I held a dive-sex training session for the Gyns attending the Inverness reproductive technology seminar. There I described it this way:

“The pool was converted from the Abbeys original medieval drinking water cistern. It’s a circular room 60 ft diameter and it is 40 feet deep with columns every 10 feet.  Ceiling and underwater lights have been installed as well as a shelf and platform for putting on equipment and conveniently entering the water. There is also a new circulating system that heats and purified the water. The cistern is kept full from the spring that flows through the temple and chapel. Even when well lit it still seems a bit claustrophobic to me because of the shadows cast by the columns. And at 40 feet it’s too deep to comfortably wear a FemCap to the bottom w/o the discomfort of dome squeeze on the cervix, but of course my Oves works well. However, when properly sized and correctly inserted the latex Reflexions flat spring rim diaphragm is perfect for flood insurance while providing the advantages a thin stretchy latex membrane can offer an experienced couple.”

Sensory deprivation: Leaving a diver tethered to the bottom while all the lights are off is an exercise in sensory deprivation and air conservation. During effective air conservation training the tank should provide just enough air to last until the dungeon-master makes her rounds and releases the captive or switches his or her tank. Sensory deprivation is something that is totally disorienting and terrifying to most, but there are a few of us who find it relaxing. I love the silence, just the hiss of my demand valve and the roar of my bubbles rushing toward the surface. With hands bound behind your back there is no hope of replacing a reg if for some reason a trainee expels hers and drowning follows shortly afterward if her dungeon master isn’t paying close attention and comes to her rescue.  Even though I’m sensory deprivation dive qualified I always dive an OTS Guardian FFM to eliminate the chance of an expelled reg during sensory deprivation sessions.

 

Soloing a venting tank, tutoring Terry

Soloing a venting the tank after a burst disc rupture

The picture: The lovely dive art of the artist HD, with permission.  The picture is entitled Death Spiral and shows me after accidently setting off the heat-pack causing a burst disc rupture venting my tank while solo diving something I’ve cautioned others to never do. Fortunately I survived, but the experience could have easily been fatal if the spiraling tank had forced me head first into the rock wall.

Even with all my warnings to others about not trying to ride a venting tank solo I tried it - unintentionally - while wearing a 2 mm dive skin and hood - in the new deep water location, and got bounced and tumbled on the seaweed covered bottom before I could get out of the harness and to the surface. I was fortunate I didn’t lose my mask. Nothing more than a really scary minute or so with some tears in the neoprene and no sex involved. I shouldn’t have used a tank with a heat-pack attached when I was solo diving in the area of the aquifer outflow in the cove where the current forced me against the aquifer outflow depression wall triggering the heat-pack. My God! I had such an adrenaline high I needed sex afterward to help me come down slowly otherwise I get really depressed coming off that massive a high.

Tutoring Terry: Just because Terrance is in chastity (of a sort) until I take his virginity from him on the main altar during celebration of the Summer Solstice at the ancient holy site at Location Z does not mean his education in the delights of female companionship hasn’t begun. After ballet class Bea, Willow or I will take him into an encounter salle while we are still sweaty from class so he will become familiar with the scent of estrogenic musk mixed with the bouquet of a woman’s sweat, shampoo, soap and perfume which he is familiar with from his ballet training in the UK. There we school him in the technique of pleasuring a woman with his tongue; the clitoral orgasm and the taste of her natural lubricant the weeps from her vaginal walls and labia during arousal from cunilingus. If he performs satisfactorily we reward him with fellatio. While he has masturbated since puberty he’d never had a woman suck him off (amazing since he has such a glorious body and has been around teen ballet girls for years) so having his frenulum caressed by a woman’s tongue and squirting his load down our throats was and so far continues to be an amazing experience for him.

Breastfeeding and pointe-shoes: I was concerned that he wouldn’t like breast milk, but he loves breastfeeding I did have to tell him to come to my breasts freshly shaved as even at 17 he has stiff stubble which is like sandpaper. He develops marvelous suction being able to empty my breasts quickly and expertly while getting my vaginal secretions flowing wetting my thighs. and turning my legs to jelly .So  now my tutoring sessions begin with have him breastfeed before giving me cunilingus and a clitoral orgasm with his tongue. I’m CD16 today and Luteal. I ovulated two days ago so I’m safe from pregnancy until next cycle, not that I need to worry about that from Terry before the 21^st, but other lovers are keeping me filled with live sperm and not to break routine I continue to wear a latex flat spring diaphragm since it is possible, but not likely, that I could start bleeding early.  

When I’m tutoring Terry he seems fascinated with my legs and pointe shoes, I’m wearing old Gaynors as they are quieter, provide better support, are more comfortable and last far longer than most other maker’s pointes and they are already stained with stage grime so being splattered with my vaginal secretions or his semen (if I (drool) or breast milk (if he drools), it’s no big deal. I think he may have a thing for women’s feet and especially pointe shoes as I’ve seen him fondling and sniffing Bea’s and Willow’s Gaynors as well as mine and I’m waiting for him to ask for a pair of mine. If he asks I won’t give them to him. Only Jack gets pairs of my damp smelly Gaynors as talismans of my affection, but Bea or Willow probably would if he asks.

Blue Balls: We’ve learned to reward Terry with BJs only after ballet class otherwise his stamina suffers, but he should be able to overcome that with more practice.  I had first thought to put him right back into his Access Denied chastity cup w/o providing him sexual release, but without relief he would get ‘Blue Balls’ [or ‘lover’s nuts’, a slang term for the condition of temporary fluid congestion (vasocongestion) in the testicles accompanied by testicular pain, caused by prolonged and unsatisfied sexual arousal in the human male.] and was so uncomfortable after giving the woman tutoring him her pleasure that it was only right to give him relief. I’m a masochist not a sadist and none of us got pleasure watching him suffer. Besides it could warp his opinion - which is still being formed - of women and cause him to take his pleasure first which in my opinion is a bad sign in a man. There are women sadists, but that’s a lesson we don’t intend to teach.  He is a delight to be around is a quick study and has done everything asked of him so rather than let him suffer with lovers nuts his tutor will suck him off before putting him back in chastity.

The Summer solstice - preparation: Tomorrow, Monday June 16^th, we will be boarding Limnaea II at Charlotte Amalie, stopping at Dulles to pick up Fiona (Jacks sister) and her lover Maj. Tree then on to Inverness. We’ll be staying at Crag Abbey on Loch Ness before moving on to His Grace’s hunting lodge in the foothills of the mountains to the East of Ullapool on Loch Broom. Jack has been at the lodge in the hills above Ullapool for the last few days working on the holy site with its five altars dedicated to the Goddess Aphrodite / Venus. Chris, our male Gyn, also went on ahead to screen potential young males to be inducted into the service of Aphrodite. And I’m bringing the heavy gold collar of office I wear as High priestess of Aphrodite when conducting the men’s initiation rites.

New for this Solstice we are going to wear Gaynor pointes rather than the Freed Classics worn during earlier ceremonies at Location Z. I thought the Goddess had a prohibition against using modern materials (the unitized polymer shank and toe-box in GM pointes), but I can safely wear a Reflexions flat spring diaphragm with its stainless steel rim spring and natural rubber latex dome, so I prayed to the Goddess for guidance and I have gotten a positive response. The weather is often so wet on the mountain top that Freeds melt almost immediately so Gaynors will be far safer ceremonial footwear.