Uncoupling, Channeling Jenna, & the Abbot’s Palace

Channeling Jenna for Morning Wood

The Photo; Modeling a Pair of Jenna’s Bloch Alpha S0104s I wear when I channel her for Marvin. Bloch Alpha pointes are suitable for only advanced students and professionals as they require dancer’s with very strong feet to stay over the blocks, but show off high arches magnificently.

Uncoupling: Tim got back from the field exercise several days earlier than expected and was staying at his family estate next to my place in Wales which kept him and Marvin separated while Tim and I uncoupled. I told Marvin I needed to return briefly to Wales to take care of business, which in a sense was correct. Returning readers will recall that I mentioned in an earlier entry that Tim and I had discussed his need to settle down with someone other than me, because of family commitments. Apparently, he had been giving his need to move on serious thought since during pillow-talk after we had a marvelous romp in the sheets (I was CD21 and luteal so we used no protection and I had his sperm in my tubes) he said while he was very fond of me we should just be friends. While I knew that was coming it still stung a bit, but it was far better that he broke the news to me than me having to tell him the same thing, which I was dreading.

Bank Holiday: Today (May 1^st) is Early May Bank Holiday. However, Uni is in session and Marvin is lecturing so I’m taking the train to go shopping at Agent Provocateur in London. I’m hoping to find a little gossamer, strappy, clingy thingy he hasn’t seen me wear so I can see how long he takes to get me out of it.

Channeling Jenna: Full Easter term (Tue 25 April - Fri 16 June) began at Cambridge and Marvin has moved out of his rooms on campus, although he still has an office there, and into my place. I have rented a small secluded manor and brought staff from Blackthorn Castle. to staff it until the renovations are complete on “The Abbots Palace”, my new place east of Cambridge. More about that a bit later.

For good luck, to fill Marvin with confidence to properly begin Easter Term I became Jenna for him for the last several days. He never gets tired of me doing that and when I channel his dead wife he is in my thrall. It’s the least I can do as under his psychiatric care he enabled me to come to terms with my earthly responsibilities as a representative of the Goddess Aphrodite, manifesting herself as Rhiannon - a Welsh deity - while I’m here in the UK. I wear Jenna’s ballet practice clothes, pointe shoes Bloch Alpha S0104s and her perfume, Shalimar which I loved before I found it was another of my many similarities with Jenna that made Marvin love me. Actually, Marvin says I’ve developed Jenna’s mannerisms that were unique to their relationship that I had no way of knowing about and when I’m Jenna I feel much closer to him so I think I am evolving into a second Jenna which I have come to believe is one of Aphrodite’s roles for me, which is marvelous for us both!

Cunt Castle: Returning readers will recall that Taryn became one of my earliest wards after her parents were killed in a plane crash as in her father’s will I was designated her guardian. She lived with me while attending the exclusive girl’s school St Lucy’s in Las Vegas then graduated from UNLV before beginning grad school at Trinity College Cambridge. She inherited her parent’s business which was a very large and profitable porn empire and she has continued to lead it very successfully. Occasionally she calls on me and my resources for advice with regard to contraception and erotic ballet training for new actors and escorts of both sexes.

Taryn's home north east of Cambridge is known fondly to her friends as ‘Cunt Castle’. 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. I’m pleased to say that Taryn has moved quickly through the Uni courses to gain her Master of Psychology and MD degrees. She has one year left to receive her Doctor of Psychiatry degree and she is making rounds at a specialist hospital in Cambridge to experience clinical psychiatry training.

The reason I mention Taryn and Cunt Castle is that the place I’m buying and renovating for Marvin and me is just down the road from Cunt Castle. Marvin’s specialty is the treatment of sexual deviation so he treats my fetishes and cares for the Psychiatric needs of Taryn’s stable of Porn actors and actresses. When we move into my permanent location, before classes begin in early October for Michaelmas term, we will be able to provide training and therapy for Taryn’s actors and escorts w/o having them travel to Wales. It will be wonderful to be able to have Taryn and her circle as close friends again!

The Abbot’s Palace: I found out more about the property that the realtor didn’t disclose until pressed by my agent. It seems that while a great deal of the original fabric was torn down and the stone reused elsewhere the existing building was built from parts of a monastery after the dissolution of the monasteries by Henry VIII sometime in the 1530s. The manor seen today was built in the early 19th century and includes the Abbot’s Palace the only remaining original building which include very deep and extensive cellars. Originally built in the 14th century the Abbots Palace was very elaborate for its time (and not at all in keeping with poverty, chastity and obedience which were preached to the villagers in the area) and is said to have been the site of orgies between the monks and nuns from a neighboring convent which may account for the ghosts that are said to haunt the place.

The Palace overlooks a small stream that runs through the property below the hill on which the monastery and now the manor was built. The banks of the stream are filled with a thick growth of Pussy Willow trees which led Taryn to call the place the “Pussy Palace” not only as an apt description, but as a double entendre as she knows my circle’s need for kinky sex.

The Pussy Palace and the Spirit World:  It is said that no one has been injured by the spirits that inhabited the place, but there are hair raising tales of apparitions, flickering lights, moans and screams have been seen and heard at night so the locals give the place a wide birth. Given the disclosure that spirits were said to actively inhabit what has been known as the Abbot’s Palace my agent was able to get the asking price decreased considerably. I spoke to the Duke of M* about having the Archbishop conduct an exorcism before any work is to begin because local workers wouldn’t go near the place. I sweetened the request by offering to contribute a four-figure sum to the charity of the Archbishops choice and he very kindly agreed as he and the Duke of M**** had been at school together. The ceremony was conducted before we closed on the property. I expect that should satisfy the spirit world, but If not Aphrodite is willing to expel them through me. However, that could raise questions that would be tricky to answer so having the Archbishop conduct a public exorcism that the surrounding neighbors were invited to attend, was the best way to handle the issue

Happy Easter, Marvin, Tim and Cambridge

Catching up: A quick catch-up I have made a major change in my partner. I’ve been very busy the last several weeks.

The celebration of the Vernal Equinox went off w/o a hitch with Marvin (Morning Wood) as my partner on the altar at the Celtic holy site for the ritual planting of Spring seed. After which there was the traditional burning of the robes worn by the participants and then a mid-day feast of rack of spring lamb which the castle’s kitchen, under the command of Mrs. Bridges, is famous for.

Marvin: The loose end of Miss. Nexplanon’ s pregnancy and Marven’s possible involvement has been resolved satisfactorily from his standpoint. She miscarried and the paternity test showed that Marvin was not the father. She has returned to her home in Iowa which allows him to return as my partner with no sexual baggage. While I’m pleased, that Marvin bears no responsibility even though he inseminated her regularly - it was just good fortune on his part that she experienced breakthrough ovulation while she was with another lover - I was rather hoping for a real-world demonstration of his potency in addition to the superior results of his recent fertility evaluation. He produces large quantities of well-formed and highly motile sperm so I really need to ensure my barrier is in place and the suction seal is strong when I’m mid cycle.

After being apart for a year Marvin and I appreciate one another far more than when we were together in Vegas. When we met again several weeks ago we both felt the pull of a very strong mutual attraction. Our ages are closer and our sexual interests and compatibility are perhaps better than when I am with Tim. I’m still Marvin’s Jenna and I love the role of his dead wife. Actually, I’m getting very very good at it. I ovulated last Friday and just thinking of all his little swimmers on one side of the translucent latex membrane and my fertile cervical mucus and spermicide on the other kept me highly aroused for the entire day during which he took me three times.

Cambridge: For the past several weeks, Marvin and I have been in Cambridge looking for a suitable property. Returning readers will recall that he is a Don at Uni so I am looking for a place close by where I can host parties of University colleagues for him and my circle. There is a relatively modern (19th C) manor house not too far to the east that is fairly good shape that should suit my needs and the renovations could be completed before the fall term begins. The manor house has stood vacant for years as there is said to be a ghost haunting the place that scared off the last several owners.

Tim: For readers wondering what happened to Tim my marvelously hunky SAS officer partner he is, as this is written, on maneuvers in the highlands of Scotland.  He and I have had several long talks about our future together and regardless of how amazing the sex is when we are together we had to end our relationship.

Since he is the eldest son Tim’s father has been after him to find a suitable bride and produce an heir and Tim and I have discussed his responsibility to his family. While his father and I are friends (and neighbors) I understand I’m not a society bride or one he would want to welcome into the family as Tim is much younger than me and I don’t want to be pregnant with any man’s baby as it will ruin the hard-toned body I’ve been keeping lithe for years. So, while I think Tim and I might miss our physical relationship at first, we both understand what he needs to do. With the pressure from Tim’s father this is probably as good a time to make the change as there will ever be. So, I think Tim will do what is best for his family. He just needs to get on with it. And, I have several young aristocratic ladies I’m going to put in Tim’s way and see what happens. Well, that’s how I hope things will go.

Wishing my readers and friends a very happy and blessed Easter!

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.

Death Rubber Diary Pt. II

A latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm with its case and introducer

 The Photo: One of my 80mm latex Reflexions flat spring rim contraceptive diaphragms showing the size in mm in a raised triangle in the center of the convex side of the dome. The raised size on the outside makes a great stimulator for a lover’s glans rubbing against it in missionary. The Introducer was an insertion aid for short fingered women.

The “death rubber” diaphragm: Returning readers may recall my post on April 25, 2016 entitled Death Rubber Diary in which I recorded the acquisition of my latest “death rubber” contraceptive diaphragm. It has been almost eleven months since I added to my collection. Since I wear them as often as possible I’m always on the lookout for replacements as after a few months the older ones begin to develops thin spots, pin holes and cracks around the rim from heavy use.

For readers who are new to my blog a ‘death rubber’ diaphragm, especially a latex one, is one that was being worn by a woman when she died while having penetrative intercourse. So, readers can understand how difficult it can be obtaining a death rubber diaphragm under ideal conditions, meaning that I am able to harvest it myself.

Residual Chi: During an orgy in Vegas years ago, I found that wearing a latex diaphragm, the first one I personally harvested, from the vagina of an elite rubber fetish escort – a woman I watched die while being fucked at the bottom of a training pool for rubber fetishists - gave me access through the residual Chi (the fundamental life force that flowed through her) contained in the diaphragm that had been protecting her cervix. Through that residual amount of her Chi her memories of past lovers and the pelvic experience and tricks she knew to please them became available for my use which enhanced my confidence and pleasure when wearing it.

As a result, I have a data mining firm searching medical records for potential donors, women who wear 80mm latex flat spring rim diaphragms. Those I’ve found are primarily dancers, up-market fetish escorts and porn actresses. It so happens these are the women who are some of the greatest risk takers so are the ones most likely to have a fatal accident during an encounter with a commercial client or during filming porn videos commonly recorded as death by misadventure. I think the risk is part of my fascination with asphyxia sexual highs while having SCUBA sex because there is so little margin for error. It certainly is a huge thrill and marvelous high for me!

Challenges in collecting this specific item:

•           Few women use diaphragms these days.

•           The device needs to be in my size, 80mm – usually worn by women much taller than me.

•           The woman has to have died during sex while wearing it.

•           And so, I can safely wear it she must have been free of STIs which means at the time of her death she had had a recent negative full panel STI test.

•           And now the Reflexions – latex flat spring rim diaphragm - is no longer being made. However, latex flat spring diaphragms can be custom made for those of us who need them.

Too there is the usual down side to a latex device:

•           Some people are allergic to latex.

•           The useful life is much shorter than a silicone diaphragm.

•           The odor from a latex device worn too long (usually more than 24 hours) can be very strong, however, that can be a plus if you are with a man who is into funky vaginal scents.

The good news about a latex flat spring device is:

•           The heat transfer properties are far superior to silicone.

•           A latex device can be safely used with silicone lubes necessary for proper vaginal lubrication during underwater sex.

•           A wonderful safety feature of a flat spring rim diaphragm is that since it folds in a single plane it is almost impossible for even the most mischievous partner to under-thrust the rim of one that is properly sized and correctly placed.                         

Until a few days ago, my collection was down to three (down from six when I last wrote about them) all 80mm latex diaphragms that I have personally harvested from the vaginas of their previous owners. I try to take good care of them since (as I mentioned above) they all contain their former owner’s sexual exploits that reside in the portion of her Chi still contained in the diaphragm which supplement my own sexual knowledge and experiences when I wear them and each is unique and irreplaceable in that way.

My latest harvesting acquisition: This is the third ‘death rubber’ I’ve harvested since I moved to the UK in January of 2015. It belonged to a rather tall (for a dancer) American 19 y/o (I’ll call Terri) in the corps of a major U.S ballet company who was on holiday with her French lover. Tim and I were at a costume party at a country house in Kent hosted on a neighboring estate near Headlong Hall the seat of Lord A****, my ward Bryony’s father. Tim and I were guests of Lord A**** and were invited to attended With Bryony, her step-mother Brigitte and Lord A****.

Until the house party I knew Terri only as a candidate on my list of possible Death Rubber donors as she was quite tall at 5’8” and even though she had a standard (6 bead) GyneFix copper IUD implanted she had been fitted by one of Tanaquil’s Gyn friends in Paris with custom made latex FS in my size. She told her fitter that she needed the 80mm for thrust buffering as her lover was very large and she wanted to slow him down when he was sounding the depth of her anterior fornix. She also mentioned that the dome would make a good container as he liked eating her fertile cervical mucus that could be collected in the dome. She was lovely and vivacious and friends who had known her longer said she was very talented ballerina.

It was late at night and Tim and I were in a bedroom adjacent to where Terri was sleeping. We heard several loud thumps and a few moments later a man shouting for help. There had been a freak accident during sex while she was being taken doggie style, on all fours penetrated from the rear on her bed. It seems she had been kneeling too close to the solid oak headboard. When her French lover came. At orgasm his violent thrusts drove her head into the oak panel several times and broke her neck. The doctor who arrived more than an hour later said she died almost immediately as her spine was severed.

While we waited for the doctor to arrive everyone except Bryony and I went for coffee and tried to calm her boyfriend who had come completely unglued. When her lover had withdrawn, Terri had toppled on to her side with her legs still pulled up so her vulva was easily accessible. I helped Bryony lay a clean sheet over her during which time I inserted two fingers and withdrew her diaphragm filled with fertile mucus and inserted it in a small plastic freezer bag I carry for just such an occasion. I know that sounds ghoulish, but this sort of opportunity hardly ever occurs and I need to be prepared if I’m nearby.  

A bit later the unpredictability of death during sexual intercourse, the act that can lead to new life, and the very thing I routinely risk for the adrenalin high I get from the danger suddenly seemed very real standing next to Terri’s cooling body. Having harvested her diaphragm for my use was a huge turn-on and I found myself suddenly extremely aroused and in need of a man!

2016 Winter Solstice

A Lovely Winter’s sunrise on a millpond in Wales

The Winter Solstice: The Winter Solstice is the shortest day of the year and traditionally is the first day of Winter. This year the solstice occurs on Wednesday December 21st at 10:44 GMT (Universal time). My Celtic forebears have always celebrated the solstice at dawn on the day of the solstice which will occur at 8:23 GMT. And, just to make things interesting in my part of Wales, the Cumbrian Mountains, the weather forecast is for light rain from 8:00 AM – 12:00 noon with temperatures in the low 40s (F). The peat braziers will be alight which will take some of the chill off and the Blackthorn hedges are a very effective windbreak. So, the celebration should be nothing like as uncomfortable as when I celebrated it at Location Z in the Scottish Highlands several years ago, with my wards, in ice and snow. The hooded shearling robes are quite warm, but cold of the stone altar seeps through and being wet makes that happen quicker. I would love to have ritual winter seed planted in me on a dry Winter Solstice day!  

The ritual planting of winter seed: As I mentioned in an earlier post my current sweetie Tim, a well-endowed SAS officer, who knows how to make me go boneless thrusting into my anterior fornix, will be on the main altar with me at 8:23 AM. Since I will be CD12 and fertile I’ll be wearing a stretchy latex flat spring diaphragm with an acidic gel in the dome as spermicide, for contraceptive protection. The latex flat spring is also amazing as a thrust buffer which can give me another centimeter or so of depth when on the upstroke, he forces the dome deeper into my anterior fornix while at the same time forcing my cervix higher.

An update:

The ceremony went well. It began at sunrise (8:23AM GMT) on an ancient Celtic stone altar surrounded by an impenetrable barrier of Blackthorn bushes, the fruit from which my estate makes sloe brandy, but only for local consumption. There is an underground passageway (newly refurbished) from the keep for access to the holy site so my partner and I could arrive and depart unobserved.  The temperature was in the high 30s(F) but the peat fires in the four braziers surrounding the altar took some of the edge off the chill and the Blackthorn barrier was effective as a windbreak protecting us from the wind coming from the south west off St. George’s Chanel. We were both a bit high on sloe brandy when we got up on the altar. I lay on my back and he knelt between my legs and prepared to enter me. I wore only a pair of Gaynor Minden pointes, my latex diaphragm and a hooded shearling robe. I had checked that my diaphragm was covering my cervix and that I was well lubed. Then as I fondled his erection with one hand I spread my labia with the fingers of the other and at exactly 8:23 guided him as he pushed his way inside me.

It was marvelous lying there beneath my lover arching my back and taking his thrusts as I channeled the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon and wondered how many women before me had lain on that altar beneath a man while he planted his winter seed in them and how many infants had been produced nine months later. Once we began time passed far too quickly. He brought me to a shuddering gasping orgasm and my contractions tipped him into ecstasy with me as he released hot jets of thick creamy semen to splatter harmlessly against the latex membrane of my cervical barrier with my fertile cervical mucus on the other side. It was all over before we knew it.  One amazing thing was that we didn’t get rained on! It rains frequently here seemingly when I want to conduct an outdoor activity of any sort. The rain began shortly after we had concluded the ceremony and returned inside.

Wishing all my readers good health and a lovely Winter Solstice!

End of year celebrations prep

Winter in the Cambrian Mountains Wales, UK

My Wards and their boyfriends have arrived: Bea a 19 y/o who graduated from St Lucy’s in 2015 and is attending Cambridge; Willow a 22 y/o Brit-chick who danced for 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 and she graduated from UNLV. She is now going to grad school at Cambridge; The Dryads, Bryony and Claire, in their mid-20s and former dancers with the RB are studying for Doctorates in Clinical Psychology at University College London. Everyone was off on December 2^nd and they don’t need to return to school until Tuesday January 17^th.  They have all brought gorgeous boyfriends so the scent of testosterone laced sweat again wafts fragrantly throughout the castle! They will be with me for seven and a half weeks, wonderful! I’m hoping to take them shopping in London for the sales after the New year!

The Barony and the twelve Days of Christmas: The Barony has always counted Christmas as the first day of the twelve days of Christmas so Twelfth night will be on Wednesday January 5^th in 2017.  After that my plans are still to be decided. Because of the Zika virus scare I haven’t been to my villa in the BVIs for more than eighteen months. I’d love to go and soak in the warmth of the water and sun with my wards. If I decide to chance it, we will leave for Virgin Gorda after Twelfth Night.

Christmas and the Old Ways: Returning readers will recall that my predecessors and I celebrate not only Christian holidays and festivals, but also the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon. In our Celtic celebrations, human reproductive tract secretions exchanged during mating rituals are used during 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 horse and moon Goddess Rhiannon.

The Winter Solstice: This year the solstice occurs on Wednesday December 21^st when I will be Cycle day 12 and fertile. My flat spring latex diaphragm will be filled with fertile cervical mucus which I will allow a lover to remove and lick the stretchy mucus into his mouth to swallow as I take a fresh FS diaphragm out, apply spermicide and insert it being sure to check that my cervix is beneath the dome before I let him penetrate me with his wonderfully long, hard and dripping love arrow.

My predecessor, Edith 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn, was at an advanced age and unable to participate or facilitate so the celebration of celestial events had been discontinued the last few years until I arrived and my duties were explained to me by the Barony’s Chamberlain.  As it has been since I’ve become Baroness, celebration of celestial events will occur inside the massive blackthorn perimeter that shields the altars from the sight of unbelievers. This fall the medieval underground access to the holy site from the castles deep cellars has been restored so it is once again safe to use. That’s good news as it keeps the celebrants dry and relatively warm while moving along the underground passage from the Castle to the Celtic holy site to come up inside the massive Blackthorn barrier.

Blackthorn Castle decoration for Christmas: The silver is polished and all the table linens have been washed, starched and pressed. And hundreds of new fragrant beeswax candles have been placed in the chandeliers and candelabras throughout the state apartments as well as the living areas.  The great hall, library, drawing rooms, my suite and all the guest suites have been decorated with fragrant fresh greenery which has to be replaced every few days as even evergreens begin to dry out after a while. Over the years, the gardner has established an area where he grows pine, cedar, holly and mistletoe to be used specifically for decorating so we are assured of having enough greenery. Given the number of open flames from candles and fireplaces during the year-end holidays my predecessor, Edith 22^nd Baroness, had a hose butt installed and a large hose connected and hidden in the great hall in case a spark starts a fire. With the Yule log, ablaze there will always be a fire watch set, just in case.  

Yule log tradition at Blackthorn Castle: My predecessors at Blackthorn Castle, traditionally had the castle Yule log lit on Christmas eve. So, on Saturday the 18^th in the early morning, after Tim and I celebrate Rhiannon/Rigantona’s equine Feastday in her grotto temple we will have a celebratory breakfast Then I will take my regular ballet class with my wards. After that I will officially open the doors to the great hall so the massive Yule log can be hauled in by a team of horses. One end will be inserted into the huge fireplace with the remaining eighty percent jutting out into the great hall where as it burns it will be winched slowly forward across the hearth and into the fireplace. It should burn for the twelve days of Christmas the last being January Thursday January 5^th, Twelfth-night. Returning readers may recall that this year’s log was selected cut and has been drying for the past year. On Christmas day, it will be lit from kindling made from the remains of last year’s log.

‘Tiny’ Tim for Christmas: I’m over-the-moon about Tim having two weeks leave from his studies in Oxfordshire over Christmas, New Years and Twelfth Night.  Returning readers may recall how well Tim and I work as a mated pair so I don’t expect any problems during the Winter Solstice ceremony although it will be his first time as a mate to a woman during a Goddess blessed ceremony. Afterward, if things go well we both should be high on endorphins and basking in the afterglow during breakfast. Last year, with Marvin, I collected his liquefied semen – more than 10 ml since he came three times - in a Diva Cup so I could use it as a dressing on his salad at supper. I’ll see if Tim can match him this year. Although I think Tim may want to drink it straight away. I invited Marvin, and his current squeeze, Miss Nexplanon, but he hasn’t responded so I suppose he intends to stay in Cambridge with her for the holiday.

My fertility over the Holidays: Since I’m cycling naturally I can’t be certain, however what should happen is that on:

• Sunday December 18^th, for Celebration, of Rhiannon/Rigantona’s equine Feastday I should be CD9 and newly fertile.
• Wednesday 21^st December The Winter Solstice. I should be CD12 and fertile.
• Friday December 31^st, New Year’s Eve I should be CD 22 and luteal.
• Thursday January 5^th, Twelfth Night, I should be CD27 and luteal.  

So, on Rhiannon feast day and the Winter Solstice I will wear a latex flat spring diaphragm for contraceptive protection. On New Year’s Eve and Twelfth Night I will be able to take Tim with neither of us using protection so not only will I be discharging his liquefied semen, but I will have his sperm in my tubes!

The castle’s Christmas Trees: We are fortunate to have a very large stand of red cedar trees (Juniperus Virginiana) on the estate. They were brought to the UK in the 18^th century by one of my predecessors. The head foresters here have been having more planted each year for a very long time and the trees thrive in the cool moist climate with a growth rate of one to two feet a year. When I was growing up in South Western Virginia we always had a red cedar Christmas tree. So, this year I’m having cedar Christmas trees in the main drawingroom, library and my own suite of rooms. The species is a bit prickly to handle, but the cedar’s wonderful scent makes up for that. Cedar is not native to the UK. However, it is particularly well adapted to mountainous climates where they receive winter precipitation which is ideal in the Cambrians as we get the moisture off the North Atlantic.  Not being a native species it is most often found in the UK when planted in parks and gardens of large estates.

My responsibilities: This is only my second Christmas as Baroness and last year it went very well. That was because my Chamberlain has done all the heavy lifting as he has been doing marvelously well for years. Together this year we have brushed off a few cobwebs and I think the villagers as well as my guests will have a fine time.   

I’m deep into execution of the plans for the series of celebrations previously mentioned: On the Winter solstice, on the 21st (I’ll be channeling the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon outside on a cold stone altar so I’m hoping for dry weather), then Christmas for the villagers as well as my estate. Then there is Boxing Day (December 26th) when bonusses are given out to the staff and suppliers of the estate for the exemplary work they have done on my behalf over the past year. Then New Years and festivities during the twelve days of Christmas ending on Twelfth Night, 5th of January. It’s my entertaining busy season and I get chills thinking about it!

It’s a considerable responsibility which if things go wrong I would rightly be blamed. Even though I’m the hereditary heiress and I’m being gradually accepted, I’m still looked on by some as being “not one of us” so I’m still proving myself with the locals. I have an amazing staff and with their help I’m slowly winning them over. One of the wildly popular things I began last year was letting the staff shop at the January sales in London. I paid for their round-trip train fare - they rode The Dragon (my two private rail cars) back and forth - and two nights in a descent hotel and they went in three shifts. On the estate, we managed rather well with some adjustments even though shorthanded for a week.

The staff reduction (during the January London shopping trips) worked so well that my Chamberlin suggested we cut the staff. I declined as loyal, well trained, hardworking service staff are a valuable asset and difficult to come by. The village relies on my estate for jobs and so I have continued the current staffing level. Well, actually staffing headcount had increased when I arrived as in the last years of my predecessor’s life entertaining declined and then ceased so positions had gone unfilled when opened by attrition.  And unless terminated for cause the policy is last hired first fired. Long term that won’t work as many of the staff are approaching retirement age and even training motivated people takes time. Another reason not to let staff go is that many of the new hires are sons or daughters of the present staff and it is important to me, and the estate, to retain continuity and institutional memory in service positions where possible.

The forecast is for cool and cloudy weather in the Cumbrian mountains for the next several weeks So I’m hoping that comes to pass.

Readers, please pray for me that everything will go smoothly

Seren and the Blackthorn Summer Ballet Intensive

Bluebells, spring in the Cambrian Mountains

The Photo: It’s been a lovely spring and the fields of Bluebells in the Cambrian Mountains are gorgeous!

Tim’s cousin: Seren (the Welsh name for star) the daughter of Tim’s Father’s younger brother, his second cousin, is at Cambridge with Bea and unexpectedly came back to the castle with Bea for the Bank Holiday weekend. She is eighteen and becoming sexually active as she has been at Cambridge with Bea for the last year. She has been on COCs, estrogen/progestin birth control pills, and her stepmother - her father’s second wife (Iris) who was a ballet dancer - is concerned that she may have an unplanned pregnancy which even if she terminates it could harm her chances of marrying well.

No, before someone asks, she isn’t Seren Wilson the Welsh Glamour model who at thirty is almost twice Seren’s age. My Seren has a gorgeous hard Balanchine ballet body: big feet, long legs, short trunk, small breasts, long neck, small head and long natural red hair (hooray! Another redhead in my circle) and even before she begins her Pompoir training has a wonderfully strong pelvic grip. So physically in no way is my Seren like the large breasted glamour model Seren Wilson except they are both female. However, I’m sure that Seren Wilson is attractive in her way to men who like large breasts. It’s nice too that both Bea and Seren are eighteen so that there is no problem with the age of consent for sexual activity with whoever they are involved with during training.

Seren is a very popular Welsh girls name and in my wards case it goes back several hundred years in her family. I’m so pleased that Bea is such good friends with Seren as The Dryads (Bryony and Claire) are older and based in London and Odette and Odile went back to finish Uni in Las Vegas where they are in relationships with Castor and Pollux. Now that classes at Cambridge have ended (on June 10^th) they will both be with me for the summer.

Through Tim Iris found out that I teach a Contemporary Sexual Health course and has asked that I take Seren’s pelvic training in hand. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have, but since she’s Tim’s family and Seren and Bea are close friends and since Seren can be with me for the summer I agreed to tutor her.  Fortunately Seren’s mother was a ballet dancer and Seren has taken ballet since she was four and pointe since she was eleven otherwise I wouldn’t have taken her as a pelvic student.  After the ballet intensive I plan to have Bea and Seren intern as Hostess at my London fetish club (Clever Cunts) this summer. To protect their identities they will wear full-face hoods when with club members and have no tats, piercing or scars they can be recognized by and since all the male members are required to have negative full STI panels they should be fine.  The British aristocracy has its problems, but the men know a tight vaginal grip when they feel it which is why so many of them marry ballet dancers, or have us as mistresses.

Seren has been having low libido and I suggested that she have a mini-GyneFix (4 bead) frameless copper IUD placed which would protect her for at least three years and allow her to cycle naturally so she can enjoy the swings in her natural hormones. Over the Bank Holiday Chris, the male Gyn from my London clinic, was here and when she agreed he had her hop up on the exam table numbed her cervix and implanted a mini-GyneFix in her fundus in less than 20 minutes.

Seren and the Blackthorn Summer Ballet Intensive: Returning readers may recall that my Ballet Intensive is being held at Blackthorn Castle the 13^th century pile whose architectural heritage my predecessors and I are assuring remains safely ensconced in its ancestral terroir.

This year’s ballet intensive first mentioned in my post for May 6, 2016 has had a participant cancel. Fortunately for Seren her strong ballet background enables her to step in and fill that vacancy nicely. She has had all her vaccines as well as a full panel STI and pregnancy test. Though I’m making sure she is kitted out with Gaynor Minden hard shanked pointes for ‘play’ (ballet-sex classes) as well as her regular performance Bloch Axiom shoes. Not to mention the more intimate items like sports, plugs and suction base training dildos for pelvic training. Even with her strong ballet background and daily classes before she came to live with me she had increased her technique and pointe classes to prepare for the Summer Intensive. I think that shows determination a club hostess trainee needs given that she was still taking exams.

Nikolai: I’ve been fortunate to be able to get Nikolai a young (26 y/o) Russian male ballet star who is dancing with the company at the ROH for the 2015-16 season to be Ballet Master for my Blackthorn Summer Ballet intensive. This past year I have been his coach and social mentor. My job as his social mentor has been challenging as he has a tendency to go off the rails in social relationships and tends to impregnate young female corps members who nevertheless are still lining up to have him inseminate them thinking “it will never happen to me as I’m using protection” which is what all the others thought as well.

I think the reason he accepted was to get out of London for several weeks with a totally new field of young women with hard ballet bodies and tightly muscled vaginas. I hadn’t mentioned the possibility that Nikolai was to be Ballet Master. When they learn he will be teaching my students this summer I’m sure young ballet dancers in Europe and the Americas will fantasize about being in his arms as unprotected he thrust lustily deep into their vaginas while their local boyfriends are inseminating them. Going solo it is a fantasy with which any woman can easily masturbate to repeated orgasms. It’s also why I’ve insisted on all ballet intensive participants have GyneFix copper IUDs implanted as Nikolai is certain to inseminate all the students several times before the intensive is over.

Female protective equipment

A student’s protective equipment for ballet-sex

The photo: A silicone Semina coil spring diaphragm mounted on an introducer to aid in its insertion and a pair of hard shanked Gaynor Minden pointes. Students wear both as gorgeous and effective protection for their cervix and toes during ballet-sex training.

Semina is effective and popular with teens: In my introductory sex-ed course, Contemporary Sexual Health, I use Semina diaphragms because they are effective as well as pretty (which makes very young women feel adult, attractive and confident) so a Semina is more likely to be used during surface-sex. The Semina with spermicide in the dome is a good non-hormonal option when young women reach menarche and begin to need protection for sexual intercourse as it will allow sex with unprotected men giving young women experience in coping with coital discharge.

Semina is manufactured and available primarily in Brazil. It is very difficult to get in the U.S. and it is only selectively available from private clinics in the UK. However, it can be worth the trouble for a student who needs encouragement, something that she thinks is pretty as well as adult and effective which can give her a boost in self confidence.

The diaphragm as an anterior fornix thrust-buffer: I’ve written about this before, but it bears repeating because for some of us it can be important. For a woman with a well endowed partner who can thrust painfully into her anterior fornix a traditional diaphragm can provide some thrust-buffering. I usually wear a latex Reflexions flat spring rim which is no longer commercially available or a custom fitted latex FS device made for me by my London Gyn clinic. In addition to thrust-buffering with my latex FS diaphragm I get a twofer! That’s because when I’m fully aroused so my cervix has been pulled up and back out of the way of an average length penis when Tiny Tim one of my magnificently endowed lovers enters me in missionary he can push the stretched latex membrane of the dome up into my anterior fornix. At the same time the pressure of the dome on the tip of my cervix forces my cervix deeper while the increasing pressure of the stretchy dome squeezes his glans as his thrusts push it deeper into my anterior fornix giving me an A-spot orgasm while buffering his thrusts by slowing or stopping them before he hits bottom while at the same time pulling the anterior rim far enough away from the back of my pubic bone to rub against my G-spot.  None of my friends using a diaphragm have had anything like the mind-fucking turns-me-to-jelly pleasure of a simultaneous two erogenous zone orgasms with a single contraceptive device.

Even when a woman can’t get the same over-the-top orgasmic pleasure I get from wearing a latex diaphragm women with well endowed lovers find peace of mind and increases her pleasure while using it as a thrust-buffer to prevent tearing the ligaments holding her uterus in place.

When a latex FS device is not available silicone diaphragms such as the Milex (Omniflex or Arcing rim) or Semina (coil spring), but not a Caya contoured diaphragm - because the Caya has a smaller diameter and deeper dome - work well for thrust-buffering. Of the silicone options I think a Milex arcing spring rim works best since with an Omniflex or Semina the coil spring rims are more flexible so tend to put less pressure on the tip of the cervix.

Even though the Reflexions flat spring diaphragm is no longer commercially available a Gyn clinic specializing in cervical barriers (like the Blackthorn Clinic in London) can have a latex FS device custom made. And because a latex FS rim device has better heat transfer properties and the flat spring rim is almost impossible to even intentionally under-thrust by a mischievous partner it is the preferred cervical barrier used by  latex fetish escorts and as a flood insurance device it can be used for dive-sex at any depth. The down side of a latex device is that it won’t last as long as a silicone one and can’t be used by couples with a latex allergy.

The pointe-shoe as a defensive weapon: Occasionally a dancer in pointe-shoes can find herself at a disadvantage with a male partner who won’t take no for an answer. It’s difficult to out run a man while you’re wearing pointes, but the hard blocks make ideal blunt force trauma weapons if you are willing to use them. A kick to the temple to fracture the skull and knock him out; A kick to the kneecap to crush the bones and make the knee fold to the side or back; or a flexed foot kick to the pelvis coming up under his penis to crush it against his pubic bone all can be effective, though a kick to the pelvis may not be effective if he is wearing a groin protector/sports cup. A dance belt won’t protect his genitals from a hard blow from below but a sports cup probably will.

However, I think it’s unlikely to find an amorous man wearing a groin protector in a dance setting, but dance belts are standard on performing males. I’ve found that crushing an attacker’s knee so he can’t chase me works best unless he has bent over so his skull is accessible with a sharp high kick with a pointed foot. Once his knee is shattered an attacker can’t stand and a knockout kick to his head is much easier.  For a woman with several years’ ballet training putting a foot into an attackers kneecap should be relatively easy as foot placement in space becomes second nature.

Tim is Returning to school: He is being posted to the Joint Services Command and Staff College (JSCSC) after he finishes his leave. It is located at Shrivenham in west Oxfordshire which is quite rural and rather near the eastern border of Wales. So perhaps if he can get an occasional day off we can fuck each others brains out for relaxation. In his case I’m all for doing what I can to keep up the morale of our military. Shrivenham is about 120 miles (a bit less than 3 hours in good weather) up the M50 to Caersws then another 1 ½ hours from there south west on the A470 toward Llanidloes and into the mountains to Blackthorn Castle.

Monday 30 May 2016 (Spring Bank Holiday): The Spring Bank Holiday is already underway and those who can took Friday off and made it a four day weekend. While Easter Term ends at Cambridge on 10 June and exams are rapidly approaching Bea came stay with me here at the castle for the long weekend and she brought a lover with her. Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) are with me as well as they are taking a break from their thesis research on member’s fetishes at my London fetish club (the Costume Club AKA Clever Cunts) on Holland Park Road since a great many members are off on holiday. They have brought male ballet dancers who can make the holiday just before the start of performances of The Winter’s Tale at the ROH. So Tim and I will not lack for marvelously compatible company.

An English Spring: The weather is what I’ve come to expect. At the Castle given its altitude midday temperatures are expected to be no higher than the high 50s (F) and rain is probable except perhaps on Sunday morning. But then the weather in London is forecast to be about the same with perhaps somewhat higher temps, but cloudy and rainy too. Ahhh, an English spring!

BREXIT yes or no, Tim returns

 

 

BREXIT logo from the OXPOL Blog: http://blog.politics.ox.ac.uk/

To leave or not to leave, that is the question: In the UK on the 23rd of June there will be a European Union (EU) referendum to decide if we will remain in the EU or withdraw. The UK has been here before, sort of, when on September 18, 2014 Scotland had a referendum to decide if would become independent from the UK and decided to remain in the UK.

 

As there were with the possibility of Scotland becoming independent there would be significant negative consequences in the UK in the areas of trade, cost of living and security should the UK elect to separate from the EU.  Speaking as a provider of minerals, timber, grain, and sheep for both meat and wool my market would be far smaller and prices for my estate’s products lower if the UK were not part of the EU and therefore had a far smaller market for its products. My friends and neighbors in Powys producing local products (timber, grain, meat and wool) for sale to the EU all would be hard hit by any separation of the UK and EU.

 

A Red Kite the National bird of Wales

The Photo: Almost extinct by the 1930s careful conservation and reintroduction of the Red Kite has brought the species back so it flourishes today in the Cambrian Mountains. We have three breeding pairs living close to the castle.  Image: Red Kite national bird of Wales-1 Milvus_milvus_R(ThKraft).jpg

The Barony has several large stands of mature Sessile oak which my predecessors in the title have taken care to ensure flourish. The Oakwood provide very desirable nesting sites for the Red Kite. The breeding season is March to July or August so is now well underway and my gamekeeper has seen five pairs well distributed throughout the Barony Oakwood.

Snow in May: The forecast was for rain with snow above 1500 meters, 4921 feet. However, Blackthorn castle is at 1,600 feet (487m) the temperature was in the high teens (F) and we had about 2 inches of snow.

“Tiny Tim” returns: Returning readers will recall that the gorgeous man and expert lover, who spent last New Years holiday with me is an officer in the SAS and had to return to duty in late January. I am very pleased to say that he has if anything improved his ardor for me and his sexual stamina. Well, perhaps it is just that he has been away from women for four months as he says there aren’t any ballerinas in the Iraqi dessert where he had been leading an anti-terrorist operation. It is so good to have him hard and thrusting inside me again and draining his semen afterward.

Tim and I are in London at the moment staying at my place in Eaton Square, Belgravia while I’m teaching a small class of ballet students an evening course in Ballet-sex. I have a purpose built ballet studio in the Costume Club (AKA Clever Cunts) on Holland Park Road. In the mornings at Blackthorn House, Eaton Square he takes ballet class with me and teases me about being a Cougar as I’m eleven years older than he, but I know it’s all in fun as it was he who initiated our relationship and I need younger men who have the sexual stamina to keep me satisfied.

It was his previous experience with classical ballet before he entered Sandhurst and afterward taking adult ballet classes when time and location permitted that appealed to me as pleasure in the art of ballet I think is always important in a male partner. His awesomely hunky male body and genitalia are gorgeous and I soon found he was an expert in giving toe curling bone melting orgasms. He is hung like a stallion, but it’s not every well endowed man that knows what to do with all that equipment to drive women wild and he has a following of sexually discriminating female admirers to prove it. 

Tim as a demo partner: Tim has no tats, piercings, scars or other identifying marks on his 6’ 2” 205 lb. hard muscled body so wearing a spandex hood he can be anonymous as my gorgeous partner during a demonstration of ‘Ballet-Sex’ for my class of young women in my Advanced Sexual Techniques course. Returning readers will recall the Ballet-Sex is where the woman is standing sur les pointes a la seconde facing a barre, table, kitchen counter or chair back while leaning over with her body horizontal while penetrated from behind. Ballet sex takes strong toes, feet and calf muscles as well as being able to experience toe curling, bone melting orgasm w/o falling off pointe. Having Tim demonstrate Ballet-Sex with me also gives the class a vivid introduction to the stresses of thrust-drop which often occurs between a tall man and a small woman. Since he is 6’ 2” and I’m 5’ 4” even with long legs I’m lifted about 6 inches off the floor when he buries his glans in my posterior fornix.

Because of the strength and stamina required for this course participating students must have at least five years of pointe training, wear correctly fitted Gaynor Minden pointes and participate in a preliminary toe taping and padding class.  During our demonstration there are gasps from the students when I’m lifted off my platforms at the furthest extent of his thrust when I gasp at his depth as he plunges into my posterior fornix and then the thud and gasp as he withdraws and I’m dropped back on my platforms.

The above is a worst case scenario as a small woman can stand on a small step exercise platform placed in front of the barre or other stabilizing aid over which she leans to be penetrated to equalize the height of their genitals for ballet-sex.  

Tim in Grishko boots, he returns to duty

Lovely men’s black leather ballet-boots

The Photo: Grishko 03223 Ballet Boots with Foldover. This style, with a 38 cm length, has a thin split leather sole with pleats, and no heel.  It could be made with a full sole. (03224). The elastic inset is on the inside of the boot at the top. Ballet boots need to fit very closely and be snug on the feet, so they should be made to individual measurements. Material and Color: Black Velour, Black, White, Gold or Silver Leather. Size 36-47

A Grishko fitter from the Covent Garden Dancia London shop came up to the castle to fit both Marvin and Tim for the Grishko 03223 boots in black, the ones with the split soles and pleated toes so the wearer can feel the floor. The pleated toes also allow a partner if properly positioned to see the wearer’s toes to curl w/o cramping during orgasm. Nikolai already has several pairs he wears for roles. Even with a rush order and breathtaking expediting charges the boots didn’t arrive while Marvin was with me and I have no intention of sending them on to him in Cambridge where he can strut around in them impressing Miss GyneFix née Implanon. Speaking of whom she is doing well after her successful vacuum aspiration though not being able to have vaginal sex with her for ten days is giving Marvin a fit though he is allowed to finger her clit to take her to orgasm and splatter her breasts and belly with his seed. But I digress…

Tim in Grishko ballet boots: The boots for both Tim and Marvin came air express and courier (you have no idea of the cost!) this past Friday so I had three days to have sex with him while he was wearing them. Having him strut around on the wooden floor on demi-pointe in them with the leather creaking, the strong new leather scent mixed with testosterone laced sweat, the whisper of the pleated toes brushing the floor during tendus and dégagés and how virile he looked in his boots, rolled tights and the lovely genital bulge of his dance belt made me wet just looking at him. I had no idea that having a partner take me while wearing masculine soft leather boots would be such a massive turn-on. The scent and creak of the leather and looking at his booted legs and feet in the mirror as I bent over holding on to the barre as he thrust into me from behind was marvelous. And the pressure on my toes while en pointe in Freeds for ballet-sex with him gave me the touch of masochism I needed to thoroughly enjoy the encounter! On Sunday, the 17^th I was CD9 and fertile so I needed to cervical protection. I wore a Caya as he likes to rub his glans against the slightly textured dome of the cervix cup. We had marvelous sex made more special because we knew we would be apart for some time and there is a chance that we may never see each other again.

Tim returns to duty: All went well in our trip to Cardiff with a bit of sightseeing before dinner at Gateway of India where I had Rogan gosh, a spicy lamb curry; Curry Samosas, Papadum, Naan and spiced tea which I love. It was delicious! I went with him to the airport and while we said good bye he finger-fucked me against an alcove wall while I tried to suck his tongue out. It was a very emotional but sweet parting and he was licking his fingers as he walked out to the plane.

Souvenir exchange: As I write this I’m wearing one of Tim’s military olive tees that on me makes a lovely and rather modest tunic coming to just above the knee. It is infused with the wonderful scent of his testosterone laced sweat from our ballet classes and ballet-sex encounters and even has semen stains where I dribbled a bit when he slipped out while I was giving him fellatio. I’m not going to wash it until he either sends me another sweaty one (without the semen stains unless he masturbates on it for me) or he comes back so I can help him sweat into one that I can peel off him and be covered in his marvelously heady male aroma.

I gave him a pair of my sweat soaked bespoke Freed pointes with ¾ leather shanks along with a pair of silicone toe pads that have my toe cheese in them both of which I wore the last time we had ballet-sex. They were a souvenir of our time together and he seemed very pleased with the gift as it has significance for us both. I put them in a Ziploc bag to keep the scent in and not have the studio grime on the soles soil the clothes in his bag.       

I’m taking care to avoid contaminating Tim’s tee with my breast milk as I don’t want to wash the tee and the stench of rancid breast milk will mask the toe curling male musk of his scent. That means I wear LilyPadz or a sports bra or both under the tee when I’m wearing it because when I’m aroused my nipples sometimes leak. Actually not wanting to get breast milk on his tee is a good reason to wear a bra during class since with lactating breasts, even though they are high, firm and relatively small (B cups) when I jump and turn it’s best to support them as they haven’t yet begun to sag and I’d like to prevent that for as long as possible. I love taking class in his shirt as my estrogenic sweat mixes with his and with the aroma coming off that shirt and then me masturbating on a pleasure bracket in the castle’s old studio I can fantasize about Tim fingering me to climax. 

Return to Blackthorn castle: The return trip from Cardiff aboard The Dragon was uneventful. I occupied myself by reading some briefing papers on the Barony’s mining interests as on Wednesday I’ll be going south just over the border into Carmarthenshire to inspect a mine that has been a source of a good bit of the Barony’s wealth for a very long time. The forecast is for sunny weather, but below freezing temperatures so at least it should be dry for the mine tour.  Eventually I did sleep fitfully on the train dreaming of Tim. A Land Rover and driver were waiting for me at Caersws and took me home.

On a lighter note: The British Parliament set out this past Monday afternoon (January 18^th) to debate a question that is often argued in the U.S. but has never before been taken up in the halls of Westminster: Is Donald Trump dangerous? Or is he merely a buffoon? For a U.S. view of that see the article in the Washington Post which can be read: HERE   

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.