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.

The 2016 Autumnal Equinox

A lovely Fall day in the mountains

The 2016 Autumnal Equinox: The Autumnal equinox in the northern hemisphere occurred on Thursday September 22^nd this year at 2:21 PM GMT so we held the ceremony at dawn, 7:01 AM GMT.

My wards Bea, Seren and Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) arrived at Blackthorn Castle on Wednesday for the ritual celebration of this important celestial event and were paired with their male partners right away to allow the couples to become accustomed to one another sexually so there would be no surprises at dawn on the 22^nd.  The four men were among the SAS volunteers who had been partnering with the government pelvic trainees under the guidance of Tanaquil and were asked to stay on for the equinox celebration. The four selected had the best sexual stamina and ability to stay focused which over the years I found - from my experience with partners at Location Z - was needed while performing on ancient Celtic altars in the open air under less than ideal weather conditions. Even though it was a week day Tim got leave from his classes to partner me on the primary altar.

Returning readers will recall that my wards con-celebrate these celestial occasions on subtending altars to the east, west, north and south of the primary altar at Celtic holy sites. These secondary altars at Blackthorn Castle – unearthed earlier this year - surrounding the primary altar adjacent to the ancient Blackthorn tree have been recently reconsecrated by a Druid priest.  Now human reproductive tract secretions are used in ritual fertility ceremonies. Instead of animal blood being spilled the transfer of seed from male to female in an act of ritual breeding occurs on stone altars where animal sacrifices once were offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon.  Seren (the Welsh name for star) Tim’s 18 y/o second cousin, a college mate of Bea at Cambridge drew the short straw and got the place of honor on the eastern altar closest to the sunrise.

The forecast was for cloudy but dry with the temperature in the low 50s (F).  And that is exactly the weather we had! I think it is the first time in the years that I have been celebrating celestial events in the open that there hasn’t been some form of precipitation. So the hooded shearling robes made for the occasion were quite comfy relative to what my wards and I experienced at Location Z in the Highlands of Scotland in 2014. And of course the girls and I all wore Gaynor Minden pointes with sueded tips for traction on the altar surfaces.

Since none of my wards are living with me now their cycles are no longer synchronous with mine. None were menstrual and only Bea was fertile. None of their partners wore protection, but of course the girls all have frameless GyneFix copper bead IUDs implanted so they were quite safe from pregnancy. Today, the 22^nd I am CD6 and my period is winding down so I took Tim on the primary altar without using a diaphragm for flow control and it was marvelous! Both of us were unprotected which is unusual for me! It didn’t matter that we got blood all over the inside of our fleece robes since they were ritually burnt after the ceremony and before our celebratory breakfast. Everything went as planned and the weather cooperated (for once) so it was a lovely ceremony on the first day of Fall!

Equinox, eclipse and posterior fornix Pompoir

2015 vernal equinox solar eclipse in the UK

The Photo: Showing where the 2015 vernal equinox could be seen in the UK. The eclipse technically started at 07:41 UTC and ended at 11:50 UTC, but in the UK you were probably safe to get up and outside at about 8am being sure not to look directly at the sun. The eclipse peaked (at up to 90 per cent coverage in the UK) at around 9.30am and the sun was no longer masked much by the moon by 11am. At Location Z the sun was eclipsed 98%.

The Equinox and the eclipse: This vernal equinox celebration was very different primarily because of the eclipse. Given that sunrise was at 6:24 and the eclipse began at 7:41 we had an hour and 17 minutes to get the ceremony on the altars over with which was plenty of time. And physically the couples on the five altars performed well together and I finished up with the old bull himself taking me in missionary as the final act of penetrative sex on any of the altars which ended the official celebration.

The robing and consumption by all altar participants of several cups each of potent Gorse brandy and the consuming of Viagra by our inseminators so they would be far less likely to suffer from erectile dysfunction because of the cold began at 7:00 am.  While it was in the mid 40s F at sea level at Ullapool it was below freezing at location Z and the peat fire pits were just enough to melt the ice on the five altars so it could be swept away relatively easily. The Goddess allowed a footwear dispensation in that she permitted the demi- Goddesses and me to wear Gaynors so our pointes wouldn’t melt and fall apart during the icy rain. The area surrounding the altars had been reworked with several inches of gravel over drainage channels so that the rain immediately drained through and ran off rather than pooling as it had in the past, but still our pointes were soaked on the short walk to the alters.

Then ten minutes before sunrise the five concelebrating couples were all led to the altars where the demi-goddesses and their inseminators were positioned first then my partner and I were led by Jack to the main altar which had been freshly swept free of ice.

Pompoir, woman astride and Tiny Tim: I took my crofter inseminator inside me on the primary altar exactly at sunrise (6:24 GMT) both of us covered in our shearling robes. His nickname is “Tiny Tim” and he is massive; at least ten inches long and easily two inches in diameter.  I was the only one of the Priestesses who could take a man that large w/o running a substantial risk of being injured. A 19 y/o, he is just learning what he can do for a girl with the equipment he has at his disposal. 

I straddled him and while facing away and wearing for protection only a tiny transparent silicone Oves cap screwed down tight on my ripe cervix guided his glans between my labia and slowly lowered myself on to his length. I wore only the Oves though I was very fertile and ovulated that day and felt quite safe as an Oves has never displaced in the more than ten years I’ve been wearing them. 

I had rotated my Oves cap to position the removal loop in my anterior fornix since I knew because of his size I needed all the depth I could get which is why I took him astride and facing away so he would naturally position into my posterior fornix for maximum depth and didn’t want any interaction between the removal loop and his glans.

Taking him astride was a lovely haunting experience with the wind moaning through the tone-holes of the standing stones that encircle the holy site. Even though it was lightly sleeting and the clouds covered the site so the large peat fire pits around the five altars – eighteen pits in all as we lost two on the Northern altar when the edge fell in to the valley ages ago - burnt off just enough of the fog so I could see each of my four wards on the other altars who were all in missionary with their partner’s covering them so they looked like piles of wet shearling robes. 

At the completion of the ceremony Jack came to guide away the demi-goddesses who had lain covered by their partners while His Grace had his way with me. Marvin came to escort me and the sexually sated Duke of M**** back to the robing tents so we girls could warm up and insert menstrual cups to collect our partners semen when it liquefied - which typically occurs between thirty minutes and an hour after ejaculation - to be consumed at a ceremony later in the day.

Unintended consequences: The sad thing about us having sex with His Grace’s Crofters is that we may have ruined them as far as sex is concerned with any other women they may meet since our pelvic grip and the ability to milk a partner’s penis with our vaginal muscles far surpasses even the initial grip of a scared virgin. So in all probability the ritual sex as an offering to Aphrodite on the occasion of the vernal equinox is the best penile/vaginal intercourse the boys will ever experience and all their other women will be compared against the pelvic skills of the goddesses who took them. I think that may be unfair to the men in some way, but then life is often unfair. 

The eclipse: With the heavy cloud cover it took a while after the start, at 7:41 AM, for it to begin to darken again. At about that time the wind died down and the birds went silent as they do at night. We had decided to stay at the Holy Site to experience tes eclipse as it was thought more dangerous to try to go down the mountain in the dark than to ascend it. From about 8:00 AM to 11:00 AM we enjoyed a full English breakfast from His Grace’s kitchen staff who had accompanied us. Physically other than it getting pitch black again before the sun came out from behind the moon it was pretty boring for which I was grateful. At about eleven o’clock we loaded up as by then it was quite light again and got down the mountain and to the hunting lodge w/o incident. There we had the ritual burning of the ceremonial robes and the priestess’s sodden Gaynors from which the smell of burning polymer was horrible and we all stood up-wind to avoid breathing the fumes which in quantity can be toxic. We all had more Gorse brandy and this is where the priestesses emptied our menstrual cups with our coitial discharge into our equinox sex partner’s goblets of gorse brandy and they drank it down.

The Druids and the eclipse: His Grace checked with the leader of the local Druid community and they seemed to have gotten through the eclipse safely and the sky didn’t fall as some had predicted. The Druid priest attributed their safe deliverance to having held their own ceremony in propitiation for the local community’s sins. I was pleased that their leadership had chosen to hold a total community ceremony so that even the more troublesome radicals among them were kept busy involved in ritual sacrifices and weren’t out causing mischief in the countryside.

 

The summer solstice – Location Z

Gorse in bloom, the observatory was hidden in it

The 2013 Summer Solstice: Cyndi, Bea and I are in the UK to celebrate the summer solstice which occurs this year at 05:04 GMT or 06:04 BST, British Summer Time. We flew into Cambridge Airport (CBG) previously known as Marshall Airport Cambridge UK on Limnaea my G550 which then went on to Europe to deliver small high priority items for the government. CBG is just a short drive from Taryn’s estate, ‘Cunt Castle’ her home outside Cambridge, to recover from the eight hour jet lag before going on to Scotland to one of Jack’s father’s hunting lodges in northern Scotland to be closer to a newly discovered (and not yet documented) ancient observatory at the top of a remote hill on one of His Grace’s heavily forested mountain properties.

Not Stonehenge:  We decided that we would skip the crowd and commercialization of Stonehenge this year, it has gotten so bad, and celebrate the solstice at ‘location Z’ which got its name from His Grace who said it seems as though it is at the end of the world and therefore should be known by the last letter in the alphabet. Ours may well be the first ritual fertility offerings to the gods from that site in a thousand years as on the lower slopes it is surrounded by impenetrable old growth forests and the site itself is hidden by huge blooming gorse bushes with two inch thorns, see the photo accompanying this post. Only enough of those bushes have been cut away to provide light corridors for the Summer and Winter solstices and to clear the altars.    

Jack said the site has a profound spirituality about it and it does! He took me up there yesterday and standing on the edge of the cliffs looking west there is a marvelous view of Loch Broom in the distance and the sea looking toward the Isle of Lewis.  It’s an all day trip, a bumpy four hour ride in a Land Rover on a track that was widened from a game trail and the last mile is a hike up the only scalable part of the escarpment. After the 2012 Summer Solstice he went to the site alone and was able to cut away enough of the huge thick prickly gorse bushes to tell that the primary stones were set quite similarly to those at Stonehenge which bracket the sun at the solstices. This spring he cleared away more of the gorse around the altars. While the stones are quite large they aren’t of the magnitude of the ones at Stonehenge, and the single circle is only about thirty feet in diameter, but when the slope of the hill is taken into consideration the effort to construct it might have been every bit as great on a per stone basis. And there is a primary and two secondary altars for sacrifices. Early tomorrow we will be packing in and we will sleep at the top, so we will be ready to celebrate appropriately at 6:00 AM BST on the 21^st.

When the site is opened for exploration Jack having a newly conferred doctorate in archeology will be working with specialists from Oxford and the British Museum all of whom are very interested in the site. In the meantime the family is very protective of its location to prevent it being overrun by tourists or worse plundered by robbers. Even it being in a remote location and surrounded on three sides by vertical cliffs falling away for hundreds of feet can be little deterrent to determined archeological plunderers so the location is, we hope still quite secret. The family had known that there was something there for years, but the location is so remote that until Jack became fascinated with archeology no one had enough interest to really see what was there. And it was too difficult to reach for the locals to plunder the site for stone for their buildings.

Fertility and contraception: I will be CD22 on the 21^st and in my luteal phase. From a contraception standpoint that’s good. From a desire standpoint I would have preferred to be fertile and been inseminated on an altar at a newly discovered ancient site on the Summer Solstice.  Sigh! Taryn and Cyndi have GyneFix copper IUDs and are in their follicular phase, and Bea has just ovulated and is using her Reflexions 65mm death rubber and I’m using the 80mm Reflexions that Bea harvested from Yvonne which she gave me as a blog ann. gift.  

I’m really interested to see how a French Courtesan’s Chi will meld with the ancient powers at the site on the solstice.  Bea will be 16 on the 4^th of July and 16 is the age of consent in England and Scotland so technically she is still under age, but no one is going to ask. As there are no remaining Druid elders for this site unless someone suddenly appears I suppose as a very new Priestess I will be in charge of the ceremony though as the owner of the site the Duke will probably want to run things. However, he may stay at the lodge because his gout is acting up. If he goes with us to the site I’ll give him first penetration as is his right by ancient custom, but I’ll need to take care that I don’t also give him a heart attack like I did several years ago. If the old bull goes Jack will get sloppy seconds on me. However, he and I christened the main altar while we were up there so it’s not as though jack wasn’t first. The other men will be Chris the male Gyn for Cyndi, Horace a Cambridge Don with Taryn, Trevor an Oxford Don and friend of Jacks for Bea and Jack who may have to double team me.    

 

Brenda, the Nigg Stone and a sea change

The eighth-century Pictish cross-slab at Nigg

A New Follower: I have a new blog follower, ‘Brenda’; who says she is a Pictish Princess, possibly a cousin many times removed, and who has left me a fascinating comment – not yet posted - on my blog entry: The Winter Solstice and other Holidays [January 09, 2012]. Since it concerns bringing new genes into the Ancient’s bloodline as I am being encouraged to do I thought I would mention her approach while my sponsors within the Priesthood examine her background as there aren’t many women Priestesses or Pictish Princesses especially in north eastern Scotland.

Unlike Sister Brenda I am (so I have been told) a Druid Priestess a much older title. Perhaps that translates to the equivalent of a Pictish Princess, but I haven’t been told that, at least not yet. I think The Nigg Stone (at Nigg Old Church on Cromarty Firth) where Brenda says her most recent fertility ritual was held, is one of the earliest and best examples of Pictish stone carvings and is thought to date to the 8th century AD, much more recent than Stonehenge, but still a step on the path to the present for my British ancestors. I was amazed to find her description of the Pictish ceremony coincided in considerable detail with my ceremonies for St Lucy’s students to welcome them into womanhood when they reach menarche.

My purification rituals not differing appreciably from the ‘purification’ process by which Brenda relates Pictish novitiates are cleansed - by combining menstrual blood, the symbol of renewed fertility, and male genital fluid in young females as an offering to the Gods of fertility - suggest to me that I’ve been channeling ancient Druid ceremonies w/o realizing it. As returning readers will remember, Jack is working on his Doctorate in Archeology at Oxford. So when he and I visited Aberdeen last summer he had one of the Duchy’s helicopters take us to see significant ancient sites on Scotland’s North East coast and Nigg Old Church was one location. Not because the church is significant, but because it houses the Nigg Stone which is pictured at the top of this entry. In her comment Brenda wrote:

“The men, save one, then retired to the church for ceremonies around the Nigg Stone, praying, circling and masturbating one another. We women remained outside…”

It can be seen from the photo that it’s not possible for anyone to circle the Nigg Stone in its present setting so perhaps they just stood around it as best they could. I suppose they used natural lamb condoms since women weren’t allowed in to clean up the splatters. Since Brenda wasn’t allowed inside the church to see the male portion of the ceremony perhaps she misunderstood about circling the Nigg Stone. Until recently I never understood the spilling of so much male seed at fertility rites rather than depositing it in every sacred vessel available either by willing desire on the part of the woman or by force since there were so few breeding females. That was the case in ancient times since the death rate was so high for women during childbirth so it was important to keep as many of us as possible pregnant to advance the bloodline. Today however, the criteria have changed since from what I understand there are so few women with suitable DNA, which would leave the lesser men with nothing to do but masturbate rather than produce children with weaker genes.

A change of attitude: I was surprised to receive a letter yesterday from the Duke, Jack’s father. The old bull has recovered from the heart attack he had while fucking me this past summer. When I went to visit him in hospital he told me he thought I “was a piece worth dying for”, which I thought was an amazing compliment! The Duchess knows he’s a satyr, which is why, after she fulfilled her procreational duty, she is now living on Virgin Gorda with her lover. His Grace is very resilient, but extremely stubborn and opinionated and there are few people who can reason with him. I thought he was jealous when Jack, his heir to the Duchy, took his place in my saddle and then when Jack seemed to be getting serious about me the Duke became glacial in his relations with me and orchestrated the introduction of Sylvie into Jacks orbit and strongly suggested that at 40 I was too old to be counted on to produce a healthy heir for continuation of the bloodline, an argument that I admit has some merit. Now it seems there has been a sea change in his attitude toward me and he wrote to tell me how pleased he is that Jack and I are together again! WTF!