After the holidays, Tim as a partner

Roast pork tenderloin just as Mrs. Bridges makes

The Photo: Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this loin of pork. (With Apologies to William Shakespeare.)

Yule log quenched: Since 12^th night as celebrated by the Barony was on the evening of January 5^th  on the 6^th the footmen quenched the butt of the Yule Log and moved it back to storage for use in igniting a new Yule Log next Christmas.

My circle leaves for Virgin Gorda: Bea, the Dryads (Bryony and Claire) Anya and Willow who got time off from the ballet and their boyfriends left for London aboard The Dragon. They boarded Limnaea II at Stansted for the flight down. Chris went along returning to work in London leaving me alone with Tim and the staff to care for us.

 

Tim goes boar hunting: While I was attending to estate business my head gamekeeper took Tim out wild boar hunting. It was a miserable wet day and the animals were deep in the brush for the most part, but the gamekeeper got him two good shots at large sows (225+ lbs) and he killed them both with headshots. He has a current firearms certificate and used one of the Barony’s .375 Holland & Holland rifles. The Trichinella test came back negative and the village butchery skinned, cleaned and cut them up for me. Tim took the tenderloins for us and the rest he gave to the gamekeeper and the castle staff which made him very popular!

Riding with Tim: Returning readers will recall that I renamed a lovely young mare in the Blackthorn stables ‘Mellten’ (Lightning in Welsh) in honor of Rhiannon’s horse which in The Mabinogion can’t be overtaken when she is riding it. Mellten is extremely fast, sure footed, has been trained for fox hunting (actually drag hunting now) and seems very fond of me. When I’m astride her we are like a single entity jumping hedges, ditches and galloping flat out. It feels marvelous to have that much power between my legs and I always end our rides on an amazing high that is almost sexual in its intensity! when astride her I like to have a pair of Ben Wa balls inserted which makes things very interesting indeed!

I rode Mellten and Tim was astride a young stallion from the stables. He took me on a tour of some of the fox hunting terrain on my land as he and his father have ridden to hounds on the Barony land with the local hunt for years. We were fortunate that the morning was dry and sunny and the temperature was in the low 40s (F). It was wonderful to get out in the fresh air with Tim and see how well he rides. Cook has fixed us some sandwiches for lunch and we ate by a stream that had settled within its banks again after Storm Frank. I had a lovely time.

Kitting out Tim as a ballet partner: We were fortunate that Nikolai and Tim are almost identical in size so the tights, dancebelts and slippers stocked for him in the men’s dressing room fit Tim perfectly! The first evening we were together I knew I wanted to teach him to be my dance partner so we went into the ballet studio men’s dressing room and got him into a dancebelt and tights pulled and rolled down over a military webbing belt to show of his genital bulge and cheek cleavage and fit him in slippers which, knowing I was going to dress him for class, I had already sewed the instep elastic on.

I’m very pleased with how well Tim is adapting to ballet class the exercises, terminology and he is amazingly strong and good with lifts so that he is becoming quite a good partner given that he has only been taking instruction and class for a few days.  Of course he came to me in superb physical condition, very strong, extremely flexible and is a fast learner.

Barre pleasuring: After the new larger ballet studio (which I’m going to use for large classes during Summer Intensives) was finished I had the wooden floor, mirrors and barre in the old studio refurbished being careful not to remove the patina from the pleasure brackets gotten from decades of women using them to masturbate by rubbing their pelvises against the rounded protrusions designed for that purpose. When my predecessor, Edith the 22^nd Baroness, had the castle’s old ballet studio updated in the 60s she had the 19^th century bronze ‘pleasure brackets’ installed. They had been salvaged from a Paris ballet school which also trained courtesans and they are marvelous to masturbate with while fully attired in practice clothes. It is in this studio that Tim and I take class as I like the view to the east from the windows and the feel and scent of the water sprinkled sprung wooden floor.

Tim noticed the shiny bronze knob on the brackets and asked if they didn’t get in the way. So I told him what they were for. When a man isn’t handy after class and I’m fertile and needy in a modern studio I like to give myself an orgasm by tying a towel over the barre and around a smooth modern barre bracket so I can rub the shaft of my clit against it while watching myself in the mirror or looking out a window if there is one above the barre. He was fascinated to learn what the protrusions were for and that generations of women had used them to pleasure themselves over the years. I find the sense of history comforting when I masturbate on a bracket and wonder who the women were that had used it before me and what became of them. That type bracket is a bit more in the way during class, but makes up for that by the intense pleasure received by rubbing against it.

Edith was still in her 50s when the French pleasure brackets were installed and was (according to her diaries) still very sexually active. But living alone a good bit of the time masturbation of the French sort, on her toes in pointes caressing her clit against a barre bracket, could often satisfy her need. Of course that shows up as ‘bracket burn’ worn spots in the fabric on the crotches of tights or leos, but that was (and still is) to be expected when few men were available as is still the case in ballet schools today.

 

The accident, New product lines for Blackthorn

Joy riding – penetrated by a Sybian machine

The Photo: A Sybian machine plug, shown penetrating the rider’s vagina.

Edith’s accident: I hadn’t asked exactly how my great, great, great grandmother died. At 103 I thought ‘natural causes’ which for someone that age could have been a variety of ailments. However, when Emily, my Lady’s Maid, mentioned her mistress’s accident I asked what sort thinking it was a fall from tripping on a rug and hitting her head or some such thing. That wasn’t it at all. Emily found her previous mistress after she heard the Baroness moans and screams during orgasm suddenly stop while on a routine morning ride of her Sybian machine. She was found slumped forward with the top of her head on the floor while still pinned to the machine. Her doctor, from the local NHS practice, said it was a heart attack from the exertion and she died almost instantly. I should be so lucky being fucked to death when my time comes.

I wondered how she had managed her vaginal preparation for a machine fucking, but then remembered the hormone replacement therapy med pills and estrogen creams I saw when we went through her meds. Emily said she had no problems with dryness and was comfortable, relaxed and seemed rejuvenated by her daily ride.

New product lines: I’ve been working with my contacts in Vegas to establish commercial ties here with some of the Barony’s commercial ventures. Having a presence for Gepettos, ballet-boots and Labia Labs vaginal and fetishwear products is a must if we are to appeal to the up-market sexually liberated woman and ballet and rubber fetishists. So far I’ve been able to get the following companies to sell their products exclusively in my shops.

Labia Labs in the UK: I’ve gotten Jeff to agree that Labia Labs fitted devices such as sports plugs and Fet-tex rubber fetishwear will be licensed to Blackthorn Holdings Ltd as sole distributor for its vaginal and fetishwear products in the UK. Chris, my male Gyn, can fit vaginal devices and the shop assistants will be fitting Fet-tex catsuits at Blackthorn Ballet and Fetishwear.

Gepetto’s Ballet Boots in the UK: Gepetto will be sending his 26 y/o daughter Cleo to work at Blackthorn Ballet shoes and Fetishwear to fit his custom titanium unitized toe-box and shank leather ballet-boots. Cleo has been working in Gepetto’s Vegas shop for five years and is an expert fitter. The cost $2500 USD (about 1655 GBP) for a basic pair will eliminate wannabe clients and limit customers to dedicated fetishists and fashionistas.

Cervical barriers and menstrual cups: Wide seal silicone Milex Arcing spring and Omniflex (coil spring) rim diaphragms and Lamberts latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragms as well as FemCaps and several styles of menstrual cups are readily available in the UK and can already be fitted and purchased through the Blackstone Clinic.

It’s complicated: Marvin and I have been discussing my feeling of isolation from where the action is as I’m finding having nothing meaningful to do other than my ballet technique and pointe classes makes time seem to drag. Honestly, I need sexual stimulation and being in a castle, as lovely as it is – and I intend to make it even better - several hours by train from London is already getting on my nerves and I’ve been here less than a week!   I can become involved with the local woman’s clinic and will help the gardeners and cook revive the kitchen garden in the spring, but what I really need is male ballet partners to maintain my level of training and, quite frankly my need for sex.

 

 

The funeral

Frenched and denuded rack of lamb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Goldsmiths wife

Highly refined Scottish gold

His Grace asks a favor: The old bull came to me after my ballet class on the 4th to ask if I would visit the Goldsmith and his wife. It seems the goldsmith’s wife and he had been lovers before he married the Duchess and he has always had a thing for her which he satisfies occasionally and now she wanted a favor.

His Grace was embarrassed to ask, but to make a long story short he told me she wanted him to tell me to fuck her husband. He let her know that her wish and my virtue was not within his gift, but that he would gladly ask me if I would, as a favor, have penetrative sex with her husband. I wasn’t surprised that the goldsmith wanted me as I’d seen the longing in his eyes, but I was surprised that his wife had asked and I was concerned about his health.

If he had a stroke while mounted or possibly a weak heart he could die in the saddle. I agreed to talk with her and called to make sure I understood what she (and he) had in mind. It seems they are both of the Old Ways and the heavy gold necklace of office in its ebony box had been in his family’s keeping for generations waiting for the right woman to walk into the family shop.

I already knew she was a sensitive as I felt her presence when I was in the shop, but I hadn’t met her. She knew when I arrived in Inverness that I was the one it was meant for and she mentioned to Jack who she has known since he was a child that she thought I would like some of the pieces her husband had on offer which is how Jack came to mention the shop to me.  She told me that having transferred the great seal of office to me, for that is what the massive relief of the birth of Venus is, her husband was closing the high street shop and would be working on privately commissioned pieces from now on.

As his family had been believers and faithful disciples - being keeper of the great seal for decades – her husband had always wanted to know what being intimate with a Goddess was like and they thought his best chance was for him to have sex with her earthly embodiment and he would never have a better chance than now. They were concerned I might find their request impertinent. I thought it charming and very human.

We discussed her husband’s health. Could his heart and skeletal structure stand the excitement and intensity of an encounter with me?  At 75 he is a frequent hill walker and active daily operating his gold smelter he is in excellent health she said. She also said that he wanted to take me bareback and was fond of sex with women protecting themselves with diaphragms, which she still uses for him even though she is well into menopause.

His Grace agreed to take me to their home in a village outside Inverness proper rightly seeing an opportunity to bed the wife again while I satisfied her husband, an arrangement that worked extremely well.

The encounter: After we arrived and I was introduced to Edith, the Goldsmith’s wife sherry was served and we all agreed on the rules: no condoms for the men and diaphragms for the ladies.  I was CD21 and safely luteal, but was wearing an Oves screwed down tightly on my cervix and brought along my death rubber latex Reflexions flat spring for show and tell and for Colin, the Goldsmith, to watch me insert. I was pleased to learn that Edith had an 75mm Reflexions inserted for His Grace’s pleasure and her own since when aroused the anterior rim caresses her G-spot just as my Reflexions does for me!

We were actively involved with our twin encounters for nearly two hours, in separate rooms on different floors so neither couple heard the other, with a bit of time between penetrative acts to enjoy the afterglow and let the men recycle. Colin is a skilled, considerate and potent lover with marvelous stamina for his age and Edith is lucky to have him in a selectively open marriage. When His Grace and I left Colin and Edith were relaxed and glowing from sexual release as we were all still in the afterglow and I was still experiencing tiny vaginal contractions when I thought of how wonderfully talented Colin is and how marvelously he pleased me