The Summer Solstice and Brexit referendum

There will be a full moon during the 2016 Summer Solstice

The Photo: There will be a full moon on June 20, 2016 when the Summer Solstice occurs. This is a rarity, but exactly how rare will vary.

This week will be a busy one: This week the summer solstice will be celebrated on Monday and the Brexit Referendum will occur on Thursday the 23^rd. Returning readers will recall that the Brexit Referendum is being held to determine if the UK will stay as a part of the European Union or withdraw from it. It appears to be a near thing at the moment with the exit supporters seemingly ahead. I think exiting the EU would be a serious mistake, but that’s just one vote.  

Weather at Blackthorn Castle for the Summer Solstice: The forecast is for Light clouds and a temperature of 55° (F) for the Summer Solstice which will occur on June 20, 2016 11:34 PM BST. Additionally there will be a full moon on the 20^th with a moonrise at 9:18 PM BST and moonset at 5:24 AM BST. So if the clouds clear we may get to see the moon during the time we are celebrating the arrival of summer. The concelebrants will be wearing shearling robes made by the castles tailor shop from sheep raised and skins tanned locally. For footwear, as has been the custom since the mid 19^th centaury the women celebrants at Blackthorn Castle will wear pointe-shoes as a sign of their dedication to the arts and to show off their hard bodies to stoke the desire of their partners. My wards and I will wear pink satin Gaynor Minden hard shanked pointes since they can withstand being soaked with rain and still provide effective support.

Concelebrants for the solstice: Bea, Seren and Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) will be celebrating on the newly unearthed subtending altars surrounding the primary altar adjacent to the ancient Blackthorn tree where sacrifices were once offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon.  

Returning readers will recall that the name Rhiannon is derived from the Celtic Goddess Rigantona (the Great or Devine Queen). My Celtic mythology expert says I should understand that Rhiannon was the embodiment (in Welsh legend as set down in the Mabinogion and other medieval texts) of the Celtic Goddess Rigantona, which explains why my Goddess, Aphrodite, is as comfortable as she is with me actually channeling Rigantona, which occurs primarily when I’m in Wales.

Contraception: My wards all have GyneFix copper bead IUDs implanted so they will be using no barrier method to protect them from a participating male’s sperm. I am luteal as I ovulated on June 10^th and will be CD24 on the solstice and should begin my period this coming Friday. Therefore I will be wearing no cervical barrier and should be very safe to have Tim’s sperm in my tubes for the five days they live before I start my period on the 24^th. I love having luteal sex with Tim as then I know that his sperm are in my tubes lying in wait for an egg which they will never see before they die. That gives me a frisson of desire and an amazingly powerful feeling!

Demi-goddess altar positions: Fortunately the weather while as damp is not nearly as cold and access to the Celtic holy site here is much easier and more comfortable than when I celebrated in the Scottish highlands.  It’s within sight of the castle so there is no long drive to reach it as there was when my wards and I celebrated the celestial season changes at location Z in the highlands of northern Scotland. Too the altars are not on the edge of a precipice with the whole thing seeming about to slide into the valley at any moment. We were repeatedly assured the cliff on which Location Z was built was stable, but it wasn’t and after an earthquake a year or so ago one night the whole top of the mountain slid into the valley. Fortunately no one was injured.  

The view is not nearly as spectacular at Blackthorn Castle’s Celtic altar site, but it is about as old as the one that was at location Z and there is no danger of any part  disappearing over a cliff, though there are guardian spirits that keep the curious in the local population away from the site.

Though Seren is the most junior of my current wards her birth into a family that has deep Celtic roots entitles her to the eastern most altar closest to sunrise on the solstice. Bea chose the one on the north while Bryony took the western and Claire the southern one. Bea and Seren will be serviced on their altars by the men they brought with them from Cambridge while Bryony and Claire will have virile hard bodied male ROH ballet soloists that they are dating. I am delighted to say that my current lover, “Tiny Tim” will be penetrating and fucking me boneless on the high altar. He has marvelous stamina and skillfully uses his massive penis (which should be a national treasure) and is currently in my bed while on leave from the SAS prior to reporting to the Joint Services Command and Staff College (JSCSC) in western Oxfordshire in a few weeks, which I’m pleased to say is a relatively short drive away from the castle when he gets leave.

There will be a celebratory breakfast for all participants at the castle on the morning after the ritual planting of seed ceremony for which the head cook, Mrs. Bridges, is famous. My immediate predecessor, Edith 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn, and her predecessors have been celebrating celestial events in Celtic ceremonies for hundreds of years according to records in the muniment rooms.

A visit from Arthur Duke of M****: His grace has asked that he and his mistress visit me at the castle while his mistress becomes accustomed to a new GyneFix. I have sent the Dragon, my two car private train to Inverness to pick them up as both His Grace and Verity travel with considerable luggage and attendants. Returning readers may recall that Verity (a nom de théâtre) the Duke of M****’s current mistress of about a year, is a 25 y/o soloist with the première ballet company in England headquartered here in London. She is currently on medical leave as she had a new standard (six bead) GyneFix copper IUD implanted. I’m looking forward Verity’s visit as we are great friends and I hope she can dive while here.

She was one of Arthur’s seven candidates for mistress who passed through our clinic for testing prior to meeting with the old bull and I thought she would be the one he would choose as her attitude and looks are quite similar to mine though she is not nearly as dominant and half my age, but still will provide him a challenge. The deciding factor though was almost certainly when His Grace found out about Verity’s being SCUBA qualified and her delight in dive-sex as she becomes very aroused even when talking about sex in a hostile environment and she has her own OTS Guardian FFM for diving.

I’m having my gamekeeper set up a wild boar hunting party with Lord A****, Bryony’s father, and Lord D****, Tim’s father to keep his Grace company and occupied while the girls and I and our partners are occupied with our ballet and pelvic training regimens.  

The 2011 Summer Solstice and Magna Carta

Summer Solstice Stonehenge

Summer Solstice 2011 at Stonehenge: Happy Summer everyone! Taryn took Anya and me and our escorts to Stonehenge, on Salisbury plain in Wiltshire, yesterday for the Summer Solstice this morning. It was awesome to be there again! I say again because I think in another life I was a priestess at the site a few thousand years ago. I know, everyone gives me a curious look and smiles when I tell them that, but I think it’s true. Or, perhaps it’s that I have a psychosis of some sort where I remember snatches of sacrifices and being a far different person, though still an attractive female, than I am now. But perhaps not since my Psychiatrist doesn’t think I’m psychotic, at least not in that way. The photo accompanying this entry is from the Internet. The weather last night and this morning at Stonehenge was in the 50s (Fahrenheit) and raining off and on, so there was no brilliant sunrise this morning just heavy cloud cover. But we were there at dawn even though the sun was just a bright spot behind the clouds. Sigh!

Dressed for the weather: The good thing about the weather was that it provided an opportunity to parade around in our rubber fetishwear among a primarily New Age and vanilla crowd w/o them paying much attention to what we were wearing other than a few envious comments about how we knew how to dress for the weather. We all wore the skirts of our hoods outside our collars so the rain wouldn’t drain into our latex suits. Since latex provides almost no thermal protection we wore the catsuits over cotton-lycra unitards to trap a layer of warm air under the latex. To be worn over a cotton-lycra unitard the catsuits were a custom design (by Gepetto’s rubber shop) back zippered and had zippers at the arms, legs to make it possible to get the chlorinated latex over the unitard. It was still a struggle, but our Dressers managed it and worn that way the .5 mm latex suits were remarkably comfy. For us girls footwear was a tradeoff because the ground was very wet and the crowd turned the grassy area to mud very quickly so ballet boots were out because we would have sunk in to the mud half-way to our ankles and even if the weather had been dry the wearing interval would probably have been to long even for us w/o changing boots several times. We ended up pulling on neoprene booties over Gaynor Minden pointes. The other girls were going to wear ballet slippers under their neoprene booties, but since I was determined to wear GMs the other two wore them too and it gave us an opportunity to stand briefly en pointe - when we could find a stone marker to stand on - to see over the crowd.

Caught: I’m CD19 and in my luteal phase today, so it’s impossible to become pregnant from sperm planted in me until I become fertile again in another three weeks. Even so I always wear an Oves, a tiny transparent silicone cervical barrier that sucks tightly on my cervix, to prevent anything getting from my vagina through my cervix and into my uterus and tubes. Even when I’m luteal my libido is very high and I needed to be serviced so about 3:00 AM, during a very heavy shower when everyone else was trying to stay dry in their cars, I took Colin and went in search of some place he could Boink me where we wouldn’t draw a crowd. We went all the way back to the far side of the car park where I found what I was looking for on a path leading toward a barrow mound, a lovely stone marker next to a gravel walk that I could bend over while my feet weren’t sinking into the mud. There I could safely stand en pointe with my legs in second position and let Colin penetrate me from behind.

Being taken that way has two advantages. First I can comfortably take a much larger (longer) man because gravity is pulling my uterus further down and back out of the way of a thrusting penis and two; I can adjust the angle of my vagina to maximize the effect of a lover’s thrusts against my G-spot. So, we look around and there is no one in sight. Colin opened my relief zipper and fingered me and finds I’m slippery wet! I told him I was ‘needy’ and he said “Bloody right you are!” as I unzipped his relief zipper and struggled to pull out his equipment w/o hurting him because he was already massively erect and dripping pre-cum. I get him out, turn, go en pointe a la seconde and bend over the stone marker, he grips my rubber sheathed hips, I reach back and guide his tip to the oculus of my vagina and tell him, “push”!

In a single powerful thrust he fully penetrates me and I gasp in delight as he fills me the instant before his tip kisses my cervix and he moans, “Oh God, I’m home!” I replied, “You are indeed!” and adjust my hips and the angle I’m bending over so his thrusts are stroking my G-spot at just the right angle and I guess we were both more needy than I thought as it was quick, violent and loud even though we tried to hold the noise level down. I hadn’t expected it to be that intense or I would have worn a ball gag or something to stifle my moans but I thought the rain masked most of my panting mewing. My involuntary contractions pulled him into ecstasy along with me and he planted his seed right against my silicon sheathed cervix before stopping his thrusts, sexually exhausted still bent over me and buried in my belly as we both caught our breath and enjoyed the afterglow for a few minutes as the cold rain continued to fall. His amazing girth still felt wonderful inside me even as he returned to his unaroused state before withdrawing. He withdrew and zipped up his relief zipper as I Kegeled most of his load into the wet gravel at my feet before closing my own relief zipper.

Our respiration was still above normal and we were in a tight embrace fondling one another when a female voice from the direction of car park said “That was lovely! Do you think your lad could boink me too?” I’m thinking “Ohhh Fuck, we’re busted!” and turn to find a sort of fairy god-motherly looking woman in a lovely rubber Mackintosh, rain hat, wellies and holding a wind-proof Aquascutum brolly over her head and standing not 20 feet from us. Colin says, “Ohhh… Hi Sam, finding anything of interest in the car park?” “Other than you two having at it?” she said laughing and I’m standing there in the pouring rain draining the remainder of his seed into my rubber suit and my escort is talking to a woman who just caught him fucking me, and I’m wondering, WTF? How did he know who she was and what’s going on? A similar thought must have crossed Colin’s mind as he introduced her as ‘Samantha’, a Sergeant in the SAS (in a gray wig and granny glasses), who was on security duty along with more of her unit to make sure there were no terrorist incidents during the Summer Solstice celebration.

Comparing lovers: Sam says to me, “He is such an amazing fuck isn’t he, like when he goes all the way in with a single thrust! You must be very deep to have been able to take all that w/o screaming!” I’m like, “well, yeah…” Then she tells me, “Just kidding about the boink, not that I wouldn’t like to, but I’m on duty and you are on his arm and I don’t poach another woman’s men. Just be careful about using protection because he has gotten some less than careful girls in a family way.” “Other than you guys it has been very quiet here,” She says to me, “You look lovely in rubber, did Colin tell you he is kinked that way?” and w/o waiting for a reply disappeared into the night. I asked Colin if she was good in bed and he said she was tight, but not nearly as deep as me so he had to be careful about how deep he penetrated her, even from behind, which I thought went a long way toward explaining why she seemed a bit wistful talking about how easily I had accommodated him. I enjoyed meeting another of Colin’s lovers, after I got over the shock, even if it was at 4:00 AM and in the rain. But I was especially pleased to know that I am deeper than she is! Girls keep score too you know.

The Salisbury Magna Carta: After sunrise when we left Stonehenge we drove the eleven miles south to Salisbury for a full English breakfast and then over to Salisbury Cathedral to see one of the four remaining original copies of the Magna Carta signed by King John on the: “15th day of June in the 17th year of our reign" (1215). The other three are two copies in the British Library (one of which was in a bad fire and is little more than a large ash) and a copy at Lincoln castle in Lincolnshire. It was awesome to see one of the original copies!