Solidarity with France

The French national flag

The photo: The national flag of France is a tricolour flag featuring three vertical bands coloured blue (hoist side), white, and red. It is known to English speakers as the French Tricolour or simply the Tricolour (French: Tricolore). This version of the tricolour was brought back into use after the July Revolution and has been used ever since 1830. From Wikipedia. The entire article can be read Here

This post:  Is to express great sadness and show solidarity with the French nation and its people after the series of terrorist attacks on Friday November 6, 2015 in Paris that left 129 people dead and hundreds more injured.

Merry Christmas 2014

Christmas at the Repetto shop Paris

 

Wishing all my readers the happiest of Holidays.

May the New Year bring you joy.

A disadvantage of an underwire bra, Prep for the Equinox

Staircase to the ballet studio in the Abbey tower

The Photo: The staircase to the fifth floor (tower) studio showing the clockwise spiral which in medieval times gave right handed defenders an advantage. His Grace’s grandfather had the tower built to medieval specifications to match the rest of the abbey. Fortunately he didn’t carry that to the extreme of having the stair risers hollowed out to simulate hundreds of years of foot traffic up that staircase. 

The underwire bra as an offensive weapon: During His Grace’s reconciliation party on the 19^th a visiting American journalist brought an escort from a London service along. She was a lovely blonds Aryan with high cheekbones killer legs and silicone enhanced breasts. They are too large for my taste, but it’s her rack and they are eye-catching. She had been a dancer with the Austrian State Ballet and was wearing pink satin Schachtner pointes at the party. She was obviously distressed to find I was wearing red satin Gaynors (red to signify I was menstrual) and in her opinion I seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time on my toes. She was fixated about that and I said I loved being en pointe and thought they showed my legs beautifully which was why I wore pointes at all on social occasions. She thought I was showing off and she was right as I’ve always been of the opinion that “if you’ve got it flaunt it”… tastefully of course. 

Anyway, she asked if my breasts were real and I told her they were and that I’m lactating which gives me the cleavage in 32B cups. Somehow she took offence seeming to think I was coming on to her client when I had only spoken to him in greeting, though he was enjoying the 30 y/o scotch and feeling no pain when he put his hands on me and fondled my breasts before I backed away. Not that I minded all that much as I needed to be milked and I was spotting ahead of my period arriving the next day and when menstrual I’m at the secondary peak in my libido.

I suppose she saw him pawing me and thought I’d initiated it. I tried to reason with her to no avail and so I led her into a quieter part of the Abbey where we could continue our discussion w/o creating a scene as it was getting louder by the minute.  Unfortunately there was no calming her down and she tried to kick me in my breasts with the platform of her pointe-shoe. Fortunately her aim was wide and missed me. She tried twice more and barely missed both times and each time she missed she just got madder. At that point I decided I’d had enough so when she lunged again I kicked and the platform of my right pointe caught the underwire of her left cup and the energy of her 120 lbs moving toward me and my 105 lbs, concentrated in the 4 square inches of the suede covered platform hit the underwire with 200+ pounds of force and broke two ribs and shoved the underwire up under her left breast like dull knife splitting open her implant incision and her implant slid out of her ruined breast under her bra and into her teddy where it lodged while she collapsed against a sofa then slid on to the floor where she bled profusely while screaming and writhing on an ancient Persian rug.

Chris was called to help stabilize her condition until an ambulance came up from Inverness. Her date said she had been acting erratically and apologized for her attacking me which we had on a HD security cam video so I was obviously acting in self-defense.

Training regimen: On Saturday the temperature at the Abbey, on a crag overlooking Loch Ness, was in the low 50s F which made it good weather for wearing latex catsuits. There is an elevator to the fifth floor ballet studio at the top of the tower of the ‘new’ addition His Grace’s grandfather built in the late 40s. The elevator was replaced several years ago when it became apparent that some of the family and their friends needed safe access to a convenient place to keep in shape while on vacation and the top floor was converted to a sprung floor, mirrored wall, ballet studio with bathroom and dressing area. The outer wall of the studio facing the Loch is glass from floor to ceiling giving a spectacular view of the Loch. Tanaquil has seen to getting us male ballet partners while we are here (more about that below) and they take class with us, while also providing a source of recreation and tension release.   

There is also access to the studio by a narrow stone staircase – shown in the photo accompanying this post - that we girls use to help warm our leg muscles along with stretching and it’s great sport to see who can run up or down the staircase fastest while en pointe. We all wear Gaynors with suede tips and the surface of the stone risers is still fresh and very slightly textured so there is little danger of any of us slipping. Though it does take some getting used even to even walk up the five flights of stairs on pointe, much less run. After class we all ice our feet and legs while sewing ribbons and elastics on pointes and gossiping then wear negative heel clogs for an hour to stretch our Achilles tendons.

The inseminators: Jack, His Grace’s son, Viscount Sandbach, is here of course as well as Chris our male Gyn who along with the Duke’s estate manager has been selecting virile male candidates for the ritual planting of winter seed in my and my demi-priestess’s vaginas at sunrise (7:07 AM BST) on Tuesday September 23^rd, the Autumnal Equinox. There will be ten of them; two each for the five of us and then the ritual inseminations will be completed by His Grace mounting me on the primary altar and giving thanks for the blessings the Goddess has bestowed on his family will get off inside me to complete the ceremony. At his age I’m going to suggest he take a performance enhancer an hour before he mounts me, just in case.

Sex as recreation: For male entertainment while we are here – other than on the morning of the Equinox - Tanaquil, a retired POB ballerina and courtesan who is Taryn’s Munich based Procuress, has sent over a small stable of stallions to share amongst all the girls including me and Fiona, whose lover couldn’t accompany her when she came to vote in the independence referendum. Alice, Duchess of M****, decided she would go to London for the Equinox and stay at the Savoy with a widowed German Count whom she met when he was vacationing on Virgin Gorda and who she is training to meet her sexual needs. I’m rather sorry she didn’t feel comfortable enough with him to bring him to the Abbey and introduce him to the family.

The Escorts Tanaquil sent came over on the Eurostar and arrived at Inverness on the train on the 18^th. They are staying in guest quarters at the Abbey.  They were selected carefully to ensure they all liked unprotected menstrual sex since my wards and I are bleeding for the next few days. All are from the Paris Opera Ballet and have up-to-date negative full STI panels so we can sample the delights of young virile men with boundless sexual stamina filling us with thick creamy semen with none of the worry about the possibility of STIs while we pass them around among us. Jack understands my needs both professionally and emotionally so he isn’t upset when I take the new men to see if they are suitable to provide the physical and emotional stimulation a good ballet trained male partner can provide during sexual intimacy. All of them have been through Tanaquil’s Escort course so provide amazing sex.

Location Z: Sunday we moved from the Abbey to His Grace’s hunting lodge in the hills below Location Z. I went with Jack up to the site, east of Ullapool, to see what improvements he has made since the Summer Solstice. The access road up the mountain has been widened and the drainage improved and the whole thing hidden except from the air. He has cleaned the massive braziers that heat the altar area and restocked a huge supply of peat blocks and incendiary powder to insure their burning completely and smokeless during the ceremony. He has also trimmed back the Gorse which threatens to overgrow the site between ceremonies. It’s flowering there now, though not as strongly as it was at the Winter Solstice, and its strong coconut scent is wonderful and pervades the entire site.

The current forecast for Ullapool: The forecast for sunrise (7:07 BST) when our celebration will begin is still for light clouds and a temp at sea level of 50° F which means probably 40° at the holy site. The humidity is very high, often 95% so fog and mist are quite common. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow as we are sleeping in the staging area below the summit tonight and will be getting up at 4:00 AM. If it doesn’t rain during the ceremony it will be the first time, though we have had brief instances when the rain stopped during our altar encounters.

The Winter Solstice and other Holidays

Stonehenge Winter Solstice 2011

My trip to see Taryn in the UK: Again things didn’t go the way I had planned. The Winter Solstice celebration at Stonehenge (on 12/22) went well with the temperature in the mid 50s F. It Was Cyndi’s first at the ancient site and in celebration we had a private ceremony for her in the undercroft of Salisbury Cathedral just a few miles down the road before we went on to Salisbury plain to the stone circles. Even though Cyndi has no Druid blood a Druid priest – as a favor to me – was willing to ‘purify’ her for the sunrise ceremony. The purification consisted primarily of her being filled with his seed after being entered from behind, and I was involved since I presented her to the priest for purification while wearing the sacred Druid Priestess’s circlet of beaten gold lent me for the occasion. The Priest placed the circlet on my head after my hair was let down and brushed out and even though the circlet weighs about 12 troy ounces it fit perfectly and was fairly comfortable. I am thankful that I don’t have to worry about security for the Druid regalia. Such parts of it that remain are cared for by the Druid Elders. Cyndi was in no danger of becoming pregnant by the priest even though she was CD7 and fertile because she has a GyneFix IUD implanted.

For those readers wondering about my being a Druid Priestess – though a relatively minor one - the position was a surprise to me. I didn’t seek it (it’s hereditary) it was thrust upon me and I only found out about it in the last few months. It seems my natural father, a Welsh miner who immigrated to the coal fields of Western Virginia and who became very rich from investing in coal bearing property, was from a community of nearly pure Druid stock that had migrated into the mountains of Wales after leaving Stonehenge. When Uncle John (as he was known to me) impregnated my mother he did not know, nor did anyone else, that she had a high percentage of Druid blood in her family as well so that I have one of the highest percentages of Druid genes of any woman alive today, or so I’ve been told by geneticists who have studied the ancient people and who helped locate me.

After the Spring Equinox I was sought out by the Druid Elders and it was explained that the old ways are dying out and my participation was required to sustain the bloodline such as it is and the Elders have been encouraging me to breed with a suitable mate, which I’m reluctant to do. Its not that I mind the act of breeding I just don’t want to have a baby. I think my Druid genes may account for some of my ability to foretell some things and make use of dead women’s Chi and perhaps may also account for my fondness for risk taking. Learning about my family genealogy in the last few months has helped me understand why I’m the way I am more than the five years of therapy I’ve had, though I think the therapist prepared me for the role I might play in preserving the Druid bloodline. I’m not entirely sure what is expected of me as a junior member of the Druid aristocracy, but the Chief Elder said I would be eased into my ceremonial role depending on the availability of other priestesses. I think they see me primarily as a breeding stock which if that’s the case may be a problem for me.

After Stonehenge: we went to Taryn's home to the north east of Cambridge Christmas and it was marvelous! One of the stonemasons working on the renovations (before she moved into the Manor) called it ‘Cunt Castle’ and the name seems to have stuck with her circle of friends, though not with the locals, or at least not to her face. While we were there Cambridge was all abuzz with Prince Phillip in residence at Papworth hospital for four days having cardiac stents placed and with HM and other Royals coming and going to visit him. We all wish HRH a full and speedy recovery and he seems to be doing well and is back at Sandringham with The Queen as this is written. Of course with her husband's illness and now the body of a 17 y/o Latvian girl being found within three miles of Sandringham House Her Majesty isn’t getting the restful winter escape at her Norfolk estate she had hoped for.

With the tube strike and shopping crowds at after-Christmas sales we stayed away from London, so Taryn, Cyndi, Anya and I went to Paris for two days and saw the Repetto ballet shop decorated for Christmas with some of the most beautiful tutus! We returned to find that my male partner Jon (one of my younger stallions with seemingly inexhaustible stamina) had a ruptured appendix and had had an emergency appendectomy so he was out as a sexual consort. Fortunately My Summer Lover Jack - John, Marquis of Marle - heard I was at Taryn’s and came calling. I thought he had escaped me, but found he had become available again as Sylvie, the aristocrat that his family had picked for him to marry, hadn’t lasted in his affection nor had her stamina to accompany him diving or in bed. So when I say we were happy to see each other again it’s something of an understatement! I was delighted that Jack accepted my request that he accompany us to my place on Virgin Gorda for a few days of sun and diving.

European ballet venues

Palais Garnier the Foyer de la Danse

The Photo: One of the worlds most beautiful assignation spots, the Foyer de la Danse in the Palais Garnier in Paris. An institution, the Foyer de la Danse in the opera house was the privileged meeting point between subscribers and dancers. It had its golden age in the decades 1820-1880. The Foyer de la Danse was discussed in my post for March 28, 2011 entitled Ballet Sex.

A proposed European trip: During June, July and August Anya and I will be visiting Taryn (outside Cambridge) and Tanaquil (in Bavaria) as well as major ballet performance venues in London, Paris, Vienna, Stuttgart and Milan. Tanaquil has made special arrangements for Anya and me to have intimate encounters in these venues ballet studios, some of which; Paris, Stuttgart and Milan were the scene of early innovations in classical ballet technique and costuming. Gigi will be with Jacques in Hawaii, Cyndi will be with her mom, Fiona, visiting her maternal grandfather’s castle in England and Aimée is returning to her home in France to visit her parents before returning to St Lucy’s for Fall term. All the arrangements aren’t final as yet but it should be an amazing time.

Our itinerary:

London: Royal Opera House: The Royal Opera House is an opera house and major performing arts venue in the London district of Covent Garden. The large building is often referred to as simply "Covent Garden", after a previous use of the site of the opera house's original construction in 1732. It is the home of The Royal Opera, The Royal Ballet and the Orchestra of the Royal Opera House. Originally called the Theatre Royal, it served primarily as a playhouse for the first hundred years of its history. In 1734, the first ballet was presented. A year later Handel's first season of operas began. Many of his operas and oratorios were specifically written for Covent Garden and had their premieres there. The current building is the third theatre on the site following disastrous fires in 1808 and 1857. The façade, foyer and auditorium date from 1858, but almost every other element of the present complex dates from an extensive reconstruction in the 1990s. The Royal Opera House seats 2,268 people and consists of four tiers of boxes and balconies and the amphitheatre gallery. The proscenium is 12.20 m wide and 14.80 m high. The main auditorium is a Grade 1 listed building.

Paris: Palais Garnier: The Palais Garnier, also known as the Opéra de Paris or Opéra Garnier or Grand Opera House, but more commonly as the Paris Opéra, is a 2,200 seat opera house. A grand landmark designed by Charles Garnier in the Neo-Baroque style, it is regarded as one of the architectural masterpieces of its time. Upon its inauguration in 1875, the opera house was officially named the Académie Nationale de Musique - Théâtre de l'Opéra. It retained this title until 1978 when it was re-named the Théâtre National de l'Opéra de Paris. After the opera company chose the Opéra Bastille as their principal theatre upon its completion in 1989, the theatre was re-named as the Palais Garnier, though its more official name, the Académie Nationale de Musique, is still sprawled above the columns of its front façade. In spite of the change of names and the Opera company's relocation to the Opéra Bastille, the Palais Garnier is still known by many people as the Paris Opéra, as have all of the many theatres which have served as the principal venues of the Parisian Opera and Ballet since its founding.

Stuttgart: Staatstheater: The Staatstheater Stuttgart (Stuttgart National Theatre) is an opera house in Stuttgart, Germany. It is also known locally as the Grosses Haus, having been the larger of two theatres of the former Königliche Hoftheater. Designed by the noted Munich architect, Max Littmann, who won a competition to create new royal theatres, it was constructed between 1909 and 1912 as the Königliche Hoftheater, a royal theatre of the Kingdom of Württemberg with a Grosses Haus and a Kleines Haus. In 1919 the theatres were renamed the Landestheater, and later, the Staatstheater. The Small House was destroyed by bombing during the Second World War and, today, the site is occupied by a new Kleines Haus, which opened in 1962. The Grosses Haus is the only major German opera house to survive the bombing of the Second World War. Between 1982 and 1984, extensive renovations restored it to its original condition and it now seats 1,399.

Vienna: State Opera House: The Vienna State Opera Ballet, like the opera company, is based at the Vienna State Opera House in Vienna, Austria. The original building was destroyed by Allied bombing in 1945.The ballet company performs to a worldwide audience each New Year's Day by means of the Vienna Philharmonic New Year's Day Concerts, the televised broadcast of which includes several pre-recorded dance sequences.

Milan: La Scala: La Scala (Italian: Teatro alla Scala), is a world renowned opera house in Milan, Italy. The theatre was inaugurated on 3 August 1778 and was originally known as the New Royal-Ducal Theatre at La Scala (Italian: Nuovo Regio Ducale Teatro alla Scala). The premiere performance was Antonio Salieri's Europa riconosciuta. Most of Italy's greatest operatic artists, and many of the finest singers from other nations, too, have appeared at La Scala during the past 200 years. Today, the theatre is still recognised as one of the leading opera and ballet theatres in the world and is home to the La Scala Theatre Chorus, La Scala Theatre Ballet and La Scala Theatre Orchestra. The theatre also has an associate school, known as the La Scala Theatre Academy (Italian: Accademia Teatro alla Scala), which offers professional training in music, dance, stage craft and stage management.

Ballet sex

White Freed Classics in a tight 5th position

Toe-shoes and ballet sex:

There is Ballet sex, and there is ballet boot sex and the two are sometimes confused both being considered ballet sex (reaching orgasm while standing en pointe) by those unfamiliar with the minutiae of ballet history. Ballet boot sex is fetish sex pure and simple and its origin may date from the time of the Viennese fetish boot (circa 1900). However, ballet boots only began gaining in popularity in the 1980s and seem to be used primarily as a fetish fantasy to pose in while a very few can stand in them long enough to reach orgasm from penile-vaginal intercourse. In the case of true ballet sex the woman wears pointe shoes which make the encounter part of a long tradition the origin of which is lost in the mists of time, but probably evolved in the Foyer de la Danse of the Opera house in the Rue Le Peletier, in Paris in the late 1850s when in the evolution of the pointe shoe it had developed enough structure to allow the shoes to help support the dancer’s weight rather that just padding her toes and having to use her muscles w/o much support to stand en pointe. The Foyer de la Danse was a location for rendezvous between male ballet supporters and their favorite dancers. Edgar Degas immortalized the location in his painting ‘The Foyer de la Danse at the Opéra in the Rue Le Peletier’ now in the Musée d'Orsay in Paris, which says this about the area: “The Foyer de la Danse was a phenomenon exclusively related to the Paris Opera house. The Foyer de la Danse, initially in Opera house in the Rue Le Peletier [burned in 1873], and then in the Palais Garnier, was one of the most cherished places of Paris. An institution, the Foyer de la Danse in the opera house was the privileged meeting point between subscribers and dancers. It had its golden age in the decades 1820-1880. The painters Eugène Lami, Edgar Degas and Jean-Louis Forain, illustrated it during its heyday, rendering this legendary place and its inhabitants in their diverse truths which wavered between the ephemeral glory of theatre and everyday sordidness.”

The origin of ballet sex:

The use of pointe shoes for ballet sex undoubtedly came about when it was found – from the high heels worn in Paris brothels of the time – that women’s vaginas were much tighter when their heels were elevated which caused their pelvic muscles to clench. So for ballet dancers being taken in in heelless shoes it became desirable to stand en pointe to increase a lover’s pleasure by tightening his penetration experience, a natural extension of high heel sex, and an indication of the ballerina’s skill and strength in being able to be penetrated to orgasm in heelless shoes. But no one knows which dancer used it first. Additionally, since most dancers were tiny being on their toes made it easier for a man to enter them from the rear w/o having to appear to need help by standing on a small box in so grand a location or in one of the encounter sallies associated with the Foyer de la Danse. So proper ‘ballet sex’ I believe is at least 150 years old and requires a dancer with the skill to be penetrated while en pointe in toe shoes. In recent years the advent of nearly unbreakable polymer toe boxes and shanks by Gaynor Minden and it’s imitators have made it far easier for today’s skilled dancers to be taken while en pointe, but they still need the strength and stamina and ability to concentrate to prevent their ankles and knees from buckling during orgasm.

Ballet boot sex:

Ballet boots as they have come to be known since the 1980s are fetishwear used for bondage ‘training’ by locking a person, usually a submissive woman, into the boots as punishment for committing some ‘offense’ against her master or Dom. Or, used by club entertainers for walking or dancing, but only by a few who have the skill and determination to persevere in learning to wear ballet boots confidently. The great majority of ballet boot wearers only pose seated or on their backs with their pointed, booted feet in the air with only a handful of dedicated amateurs learning to walk around in them. Therefore, most sex in ballet boot is had by women on their backs or on their hands and knees taken doggie style so it is not true ballet boot sex which requires the woman to be penetrated while standing in her boots. As uncomfortable as they are to wear for prolonged lengths of time ballet boots take less skill and training to use correctly than do pointe shoes because in a correctly made pair of ballet boots most of the wearer’s weight is taken on her heels and the weight of a ballet boot wearer is never centered over her toes (over the boxes) as it should be when pointe shoes are worn correctly. The other thing about ballet boots that make them much easier to wear than pointes is that the tight leather shafts covering the boot wearer’s ankles provide a great deal of support to prevent wobbling and falling off pointe that doesn’t exist for a woman wearing pointes.

Jack on ‘the highest reaches of society’:

“The highest reaches of society presume that the best reside up there. This, of course, is not only a myth, but in the best case only partially true. While money provides people with the material trappings associated with success, there are things which money can't buy and which are often not found in the upper reaches of society - beauty, creativity, physical strength, spirituality, character all have absolutely nothing to do with the upper reaches of society. If one looks at most of the great and notable achievements throughout human history most were created by the "common folks" not the upper crust. It's only recently that creativity and arts have been rewarded with material wealth. The upper level may influence society with their wealth and power, but most of them are incapable of actually doing much aside from "giving orders". Of course, if one seeks the comforts and power associated with that elite turning oneself into a commodity of currency to this class would make sense. But there is "comfort" and there is comfort... and therein lies the differences... which most intelligent, grounded, ethical people understand... and conduct their lives accordingly.”

“The highest reaches of society presume that the best reside up there.”

As does Jack, I don’t believe that is necessarily the case nor are they more successful, depending on how an individual defines success. However, it also depends on how “best” is defined and what sort of a man a woman is seeking. The upper reaches of society are made up of the great and the good and among the great are some very unpleasant people as is the case in all levels of society. But in this moralizing I sense an unspoken - but profound - unease with a woman’s innate power to beguile men and with that power better her economic position. I think that unease is because intelligent men realize – perhaps subconsciously – that regardless of how physically or economically powerful they are they are still vulnerable to a woman’s charms and the danger that vulnerability can sometimes put them in. This battle of the sexes has gone on ever since humans began inhabiting the earth. It’s just when intimate feminine skills are taught and that fact is brought to the attention of the public that some people become uncomfortable with it and fall back on ethics and morality as reasons for a woman not to use all the skills she possesses to secure her future and that of her offspring with a willing mate.

Rave from a reader: While he felt there was room for improvement in my blog ‘The Mysterious J’ wrote: “…it certainly links the whole ballet boot fetish thing to the real world of ballet, perfection, fetish and training with the latter three being staples of the world of kink. Actually the main themes of Jill's world are an interesting mix of fetishes and Brava for that. Rubber, diving, ballet boots, bondage, plugs, "sex as a paid service", D/s, breast milk, and contraception, WOW!”

Thank you Jack!