Autumnal Equinox 23 September, total eclipse of the Moon 27-28 September 2015

September 27-28, 2015 Harvest Moon total eclipse

The Photo: Eclipse coverage in five bands: 1) from the center in orange the eclipse is 100% visible from start to end, 2) more than 75% of the event is visible, 3) less than 75% of the event is visible, 4) less than 50% of the event is visible and 5) Eclipse is not visible at all.

2015 Autumnal Equinox: The weather is supposed to be 50° (F) at sea level with heavy rain at sunrise on the 23^rd so it will be in the low 40s with a 12 mph wind. Sigh! Why am I not surprised? It’s typical for Loc Z. Jack has seen to positioning the dried peat for the massive stone fire caldrons and made sure the road to the top is clear of storm debris. The Dryads (Bryony and Claire) willow and Bea and I have met our male crofter partners for the ritual planting of their seed at sunrise which is at 7:07 British Summer Time. Bryony has asked to have the altar the Odile had, Bea gets her usual and Willow as the daughter of Jack gets the one on the east, closest to the rising sun and I’m on the principal altar in the center. Given that there is a full eclipse of the harvest moon in six days that has taken a lot of the fascination out of the occasion for me though for Bryony and Claire it is still a huge thrill, or will be until they are nude and freezing in their GM pointes and new shearling robes while being inseminated by an eighteen y/o crofter that had hardly met.

Time and date.com says this about the 27/28^th eclipse: “The full Moon of September 27/28 is a Supermoon – the Moon will be closest to the Earth, or at its perigee, as it turns into a full Moon. A rising Super Full Moon can look larger and brighter to spectators on Earth. Total eclipses of Super Full Moons are rare. According to NASA, they have only occurred 5 times in the 1900s – in 1910, 1928, 1946, 1964 and 1982. After the September 27/ 28, 2015 Total Lunar Eclipse, a Supermoon eclipse will not happen again for another 18 years, until October 8, 2033.” The full article can be read HERE:

Harvest Moon eclipse Ullapool, Scotland: Begins: Mon, Sep 28, 2015 at 1:11 AM. Maximum: Mon, Sep 28, 2015 at 3:47 AM. Ends: Mon, Sep 28, 2015 at 6:22 AM

Aphrodite and the Harvest Moon eclipse: On Sunday September 20^th in her temple beneath the undercroft of Crag Abbey after I offered the Goddess Pomegranates and asked for guidance for the Autumnal Equinox on the 23^rd Aphrodite let it be known that she would require another breeding tryst by me and my choice of a partner on the primary altar at location Z beginning at maximum coverage of the moon by the earth’s shadow which will occur at 3:47 AM in the area around Ullapool. She only requires one couple so Nikolai and I will be the only celebrants though there will be the full support component of His Grace’s staff. His Grace will not attend the eclipse celebration. Jack, Viscount Sandbach, has agreed to take Nikolai and me back up to location Z for my insemination when the supermoon is totally hidden.  Another eclipse of a Super moon will not occur for another eighteen years so this opportunity is not to be missed.

This means that I will be on the primary altar at Location Z twice in six days and throws my schedule out a bit. However His Grace the Duke of M**** is very anxious that the Goddesses wishes be carried out so extending our stay at the hunting lodge in the valley below Location Z at least through the 28^th will not be a problem. Nikolai also has the time off and Jack, Viscount Sandbach, and his fiancée can stay as well so things are working out. His Grace has already set his gamekeeper to organizing red stag hunts for the men in the intervening days between the equinox and the eclipse. I suppose I can relax as well at the lodge as it does have a small indoor heated pool for which I’m grateful. At Crag Abbey there is a deep pool, the cistern, in the undercroft of the Abbey, but that while deep is very spooky. Of course there is no permanent temple in which to commune with the Goddess at the lodge, however, I do have a small traveling altar on which an offering of pomegranates will call the Goddess to give me instruction.

I need to post this. Jack is waiting to take us to the top of the mountain where we will dress in robing tents and fortify ourselves with His Grace’s Gorse brandy for the ritual seeding at dawn.

Tampons, honeymoon cystitis, Summer Solstice prep

A used Kotex tampon applicator on the beach thrown from a yacht

The Photo: A lot of the vacationers aboard yachts aren’t as considerate as they should be about the items that they throw overboard. Fortunately this sort of trash rarely floats in to Lost Cove.

Tampons and coital discharge: When going commando as my wards and I typically do in latex catsuits and while here on Virgin Gorda to minimize the likelihood of a UTI I urinate and Kegel out as much of a lover’s semen as possible shortly after sex and insert a tampon to absorb the remaining semen that liquefies shortly after an encounter with an unprotected man. Then I let my lover suck the secretions off the empty tampon applicator. They love doing that! With the string tucked up there is no indication of an inserted tampon and no slippery discharge dripping down my thighs.  Too, should there be additional opportunities for encounters with ardent males I can pull out the tampon and put it in his mouth for him to suck on as he has his way with me. It’s amazing how many men let me do that and seem to think it’s erotic to taste my vaginal secretions. Most don’t realize they are primarily tasting another man’s semen.

Hostess training and honeymoon cystitis:  In young sexually active women, sexual activity is the cause of 75–90% of bladder infections, with the risk of infection related to the frequency of sex. The term "honeymoon cystitis" has been applied to this phenomenon of frequent UTIs during early marriage. Chemical spermicide use especially if Nonoxynol-9 is the active ingredient, independent of sexual frequency, increases the risk of UTIs. Diaphragm use - if it is too large so that it presses on the urethra - is also associated with UTIs. Condom use without spermicide or use of birth control pills does not increase the risk of uncomplicated urinary tract infection.

The five trainees have backed off their frequency of intercourse. All have copper IUDs. I had cautioned them about too much too soon and only one paid attention. The other four developed ‘Honeymoon Cystitis’, which while unpleasant is easily treated by a short course of antibiotics. Chris, our male Gyn, gave them the meds and they are feeling much better and are now paying attention to my recommendation that they urinate immediately after sex to flush out bacteria from the urethra and drink cranberry juice to keep their urine acidic. 

Ballet-boots and the female orgasm: I mentioned in an earlier entry that the trainees aren’t expected to work in pointe-shoes, but they will be expected to be able to wear ballet-boots confidently and perform well in them while on Hostess duty at a fetish club. To that end I’ve been having them practice being taken from behind while bent over holding on to the barre or with their hands on their knees while their feet are in second position. If we are too into the moment during orgasm women go rubber-legged and our ankles and knees give way. So I’m trying to teach the trainees to hold back a bit when taken while standing to have some control over their legs to prevent collapsing if their partners don’t support them.

Even with the good ankle support of their boots I don’t think it will be safe for them to be taken to orgasm too frequently from the rear while standing in them, at least at first. That’s because it takes a certain amount of discipline not to totally let go and be consumed by the ecstasy of an orgasm and lose control of your legs. Repeatedly being taken to orgasm while standing in ballet-boots can overwhelm a woman’s discipline (if that’s what an experienced fetishist wants to do) and the trainees won’t have developed enough discipline to safely be given repeated orgasms  while standing in the time they will have been with me. The safest positions for them is on their hands and knees entered doggie style or on their backs with their feet over their heads where a mating partner can hold on to the heels or ankles and smell their leather boots damp with estrogenic sweat while thrusting into them.

The Summer Solstice and my libido: I’m CD17 and ovulated this past  Friday, June 12^th , so my libidinal peak is over and I’m safe from pregnancy for the rest of this cycle. My secondary peak, during my period, should begin on June 27^th after we celebrate the Summer Solstice at Location Z on the 21^st. So I won’t be as driven for penetrative encounters with men as I have been when a celestial celebration at the Goddesses site occurs when I’m fertile or menstrual as several have recently. I’m looking forward to being more relaxed and having my partner do most of the work when I’m taken on the altar.

We will return to London on Monday 15^th June to give us a few days to recover from jet lag then travel aboard The Dragon to Inverness to stay at Crag Abbey which returning readers will recall is on a mountain overlooking Loch Ness, before traveling by road to Ullapool and His Graces hunting lodge on the 19^th. Then Jack and I will inspect Location Z to make sure all the supplies are positioned and the robing and mess tent are properly equipped before we welcome Summer at sunrise on the 21^st.  Sunrise will be at 4:18 British Summer Time (BST) at Ullapool so at the elevation of location Z sunrise should occur about 4:10 AM. Jack says the Gorse is in full bloom and I’m looking forward to enjoying its heady scent. The current forecast for sea level at Ullapool is for scattered showers (why aren’t I surprised? Sigh…) with a low of 9° C which is about 48.2° F. So at the elevation of Loc Z it will probably be in the low 40s or high 30s. Jack assures me we will have plenty of His Grace’s Gorse brandy to fortify us before being exposed to the elements on the altars. Even though the eighteen fire pots filled with burning peat will be heating the area to melt any ice which is frequent at that altitude and wearing full length shearling ceremonial robes it will be very cold. 

Male aristocrats as breeders: As I mentioned in my entry for May 8, 2015 a former lover, Jack, Viscount Sandbach whose father, the Duke of M**** owns the land on which the celestial temple at Location Z is located has already identified five young male aristocrat candidates from his friends families with a view to making the celestial celebrations a bit more up-market with an infusion of wealthy young men into ‘The Old Ways’ to ensure continuation of the ritual sacrifice of nubile young women in celebration of the Goddess Aphrodite during celestial events.

I don’t think Aphrodite in whose temple we will be celebrating, cares as long as they are good breeding males who, having participated in the ancient ritual of the planting of seed, will forever be influenced by their sexual bonding to her at Location Z as their Goddess. Their screening for suitability; clean full STIs panels and sperm counts showing high quality and quantity sperm have already been completed by our London clinic. In preparation there is transportation and hospitality to be arranged in getting them staged at his Grace’s hunting lodge in the hills to the east of Ullapool, a matter to which Jack is attending.

The 2014 Summer Solstice

The mountains behind Ullapool on Loch Broom

The photo: Ullapool in the foreground with light clouds obscuring the mountains where Location Z is located. Sunrise on the Summer Solstice (June 21, 2014) was at 4:18 British daylight time.

The weather at Location Z:  There was light rain and the temperature on the Holy site was 42° F with an 11 mph wind from the west. It wasn’t as miserable as on the 2013 Winter Solstice, but it was not pleasant. I just can’t seem to give up hoping for a sunny day on the site during a celestial celebration. Statistically there is an average of 14 rainy days at Ullapool in June while there are 21 rainy days in December. So there was about a 50% chance we might avoid rain, but didn’t.

However, the peat fires in massive fire-pits liberally sprinkled with incendiary powder to eliminate smoke and sparks burnt off some of the cloud directly over the altars so visibility around the altars and priestesses’ and inductee’s tents was good and the laying of tons and tons of packed gravel up the reconditioned mountain road and around the altars and tents made walking around to get from the dressing tents to the altars far easier by not having to wade through mud. As Priestesses we were all wearing Gaynors and the rain didn’t affect our ability to work en pointe in ascending and descending from the altars and the polymer blocks and shanks along with the satin fabric and ribbons held together well and provided their usual support even when soaked.  

Aristocracy Vs. Workers: For the 2014 Summer Solstice His Grace decided to concentrate on inducting eligible sons of his titled friends.  Lest readers think the old bull was indulging in snob appeal, much of the reason for investing sons of the well-born into the old ways rather than virgin males from working class families is that the pool of virgin working class males on His Graces estates has been depleted by our inducting so many at one time. One could argue that we needed to harvest virgins where we found them while they still retained their virginity. But still, there were a finite number within His Graces estates and currently it is depleted. So, each of the four demi-priestesses and I took only one inductee each for at least three acts of penetrative intercourse on the five altars with first penetration beginning at exactly sunrise, 4:18 AM BDT. 

Virgin prepping: There was some fear on our part that the inductees might not fully appreciate the delights of the female body. None were younger than 16 and all truthfully said (we have ways to verify that they weren’t lying) that they had never had penile-vaginal-intercourse (PVI) with a human female which while not impossible was difficult to believe as they are all eldest sons who will inherit the family title and are in demand socially. All are well hung, uncut, strong, handsome and from a woman’s perspective very sexually desirable young men. They admitted to repeated acts of anal intercourse while wearing condoms as that was the nearest they could get to a vagina in a boys-school and several admitted to fucking Ewes on their father’s estates.  Which says a lot about how sexually repressed the British upper classes are. 

The inductees had joined us at the Abbey on Tuesday so we had an opportunity to work with them and they got to watch the women’s and Terry’s morning ballet class and we were pleased to note the erections interfering with the drape of their slacks; always a good sign in a woman’s prospective sex partner. Since they hadn’t been around unclothed female bodies we also taught them what the clitoris and G-spot are and how to gently manipulate them with the fingers and tongue during foreplay to effectively arouse a partner. Then gave them time to practice, after some additional coaching, giving us clitoral orgasms the male effort left them aroused but unsatisfied so we needed to give them relief.

To release the blood pooling in the virgin’s pelvic areas after fondling us to orgasms we gave them oral, blowing them at least twice a day and immediately prior to sunrise on the 21^st, with the hope that having routine sexual releases up until we relieved them of their virginity they would all last longer while we were coupled on the altars. Too, we also gave them, as a “nutritional supplement”, 50 mg of Viagra at 3:00 AM with breakfast on the solstice just in case any of them might have performance anxiety. And as I mentioned earlier we were hoping to get at least three orgasms from each man if they had the stamina and were looking forward to having the men do most of the work. 

Secondary altar precedence: With the four secondary altars available on the North, South, East and West of the principal altar all my girls are major participants. Returning readers will recall that the North altar is close to the cliff edge, but Jack says the rock it’s on is quite solid so while it looks dangerous if the wind isn’t blowing from the South the celebrant and her partner on the North altar should be quite safe and today the wind was from the west. Willow had first choice for this celebration and being a granddaughter of His Grace she has precedence and chose to offer herself on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun. The other girls chose to celebrate on the altars they occupied in the spring; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one. Odile is a risk taker and wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away and with the wind from the west we did not insist she and her partner wear safety harnesses.

Sunrise on the Solstice: Before the ceremonial procession of priestesses to the altars we all had the traditional cup of gorse brandy to dull the chill. The brandy distilled on His Graces estates is celebrated for its sweetness and potency by brandy aficionados. I’m pleased to say that our aristocratic teen inductees didn’t disappoint in their vigor and stamina, though they were somewhat lacking in manual fingering and penile thrusting techniques, which was understandable under the circumstances. Wrapped in hooded shearling robes when mated and the inductee thrusting into us for all he’s worth we were all warm enough.  Even with oral sex three hours before mounting the altar the boys couldn’t last more than 5 minutes w/o ejaculating so with only one virgin male each it took less than 45 minutes to transfer as much of their semen into our vaginas as they and we were capable of, having to ripple grip all of them when they tired while trying for four in a row and began to wilt.

As is traditional His Grace mounted me on the main altar after all the rest were finished and he was in good form lasting 15 minutes before spewing seed against the soft rubber dome of my Reflexions flat spring diaphragm. As I’m CD22 and luteal today there was no danger of my getting pregnant from sex during the ceremony, but I feel more fully dressed for success with the thin stretchy latex membrane protecting my cervix. I suppose it’s a girl thing!  Jack had to help him off me, and from that I knew I’d given him a really good tight ride.

Afterward: The ride down the mountain with us all wrapped in our shearling robes and drinking another cup gorse brandy was uneventful. At the hunting lodge we had the ritual burning of the priestesses and initiates shearling robes, hoods and shoes.  I’m pleased to say that using the incineration powder the polymer in our GM pointes burnt completely w/o smoke or odor after which we had lunch.

During lunch His Grace spoke to the young men who had given up their virginity this morning telling them of the small sacred society which they had just joined and suggested that they recruit any virgin friends they thought worthy of consideration for induction into the old ways. Then the young men were escorted back to their homes all over the UK and the rest of our party departed for the Abbey wanting to get there before dark when a storm is forecast.

 

Autumnal Equinox performance challenges at location Z

Loch Broom; in Scottish Gaelic, Loch Bhraoin, meaning loch of rain showers.

The Photo: The entrance to Loch Broom on a clear day with the mountains in the background where location Z is located.

The weather at Location Z: On the west coast of Scotland a great deal of rainfall occurs, because of the weather coming off the Atlantic. It averages for the year a bit more than 50 inches at Loch Broom, autumn and winter being the wettest seasons. On the east coast the annual rainfall is only about half as much. The average daily maximum temperature for the year is a bit more than 46 °F. Temperatures for January and July are 38 °F and 57 °F respectively so it’s not often even warm in high summer. 

No historical weather data have been compiled for the mountain top on which Loc. Z is located, but Jack says in the year that he’s been working there the site averages 10 to 15 degrees Fahrenheit cooler than Ullapool. Precipitation has been harder to measure since the site is often in the clouds when at sea level it’s dry. And there is almost always a strong wind across the site, making one wonder why the ancients built it there. Perhaps they eventually wondered too and abandoned it for one on a plain with an unobstructed view and better weather. Or perhaps it was originally to worship a Rain Goddess.

The loch of showers: That’s a very appropriate name and one I think fits it better than the alternative suggestion that it was named for the gorse that is so prevalent in the area.  It turned out that there had been torrential rains during the night so when we arrived (in the rain and in mule drawn carriages) at the women’s tent on site we found the forest fall that had been spread around the altars had all been washed away as well as the remaining topsoil around the altars in which the gorse had been growing revealing stone paving dressed and fitted to form flights of low steps to reach the altars and gutters to channel the runoff away from the ceremonial area. It was a good bit more clearing than Jack had done and the stone paving and gutter system tied the entire site together as a single entity that it lacked before.

Once on site the rain did not let up though its presence probably prevented the temperature from falling much further into the 40s. However, the wind chill from the 30 mph with gusts to 40 made it seem as though it was near freezing and I thought hypothermia might be a real possibility. The wind that moaned and howled through holes in the vertical stones seemed to come from every direction and was almost terrifying. It was not good weather to be celebrating on site, but I viewed it as a test of our dedication to the old ways and His Grace agreed with me.

Cycles and servants: As far as our cycles were concerned I was CD3 and bleeding heavily on Sunday (9/22) which is normal for me. The Swan Twins were fertile and wet with FCM, the first time since coming off Beyaz and Bea and Cyndi are luteal. So the tale about women bleeding while around the altars of the site regardless of where they are in their cycles doesn’t seem to apply to concelebrating women. No other local women came up to the altar level, but I had brought along my dresser who came over with us and who has had her tubes tied. She was only two days past her fertile interval and she began to bleed heavily. I had warned her about that possibility and she had brought along her Diva cup so she was prepared, but it does appear that there may be truth in the story that women not participating directly in the religious ceremony will bleed if they are near the altars.

Altar assistance (a function that Jack kept running smoothly) was carried out by the ten young male concelebrants who weren’t otherwise engaged on the altars with their female partners having their turn at the ritual of planting autumn seed. The assistance the men provided was to initially help the women mount their altars and later help the male who had just been drained of his vital fluids off his partner and the altar and back to the men’s tent to rest and rehydrate since at the end of their encounter most of them couldn’t stand by themselves.

.Males and Gales: I was concerned that weather conditions (especially the temperature) would prevent the men from maintaining erections. However, His Grace had already minimized that possibility by ordering that our partners be fortified for the challenge with the performance enhancer Cialis in addition to Gorse brandy. Jack commanded the men’s tent and oversaw their donning robes of red deer skins and administered the Gorse brandy.

His Grace commanded the women’s tent and was fascinated to watch my dresser robe the women (we were all nude under our Red Deer robes) and us putting on Freed Classic pointe shoes, dyed to match our robes. He had insisted that we all bring and wear pointes while on the altars, but ones made with traditional materials, even though there was no equivalent footwear in ancient times. I thought they would be ruined for sure as in the rain the blocks would quickly melt, but as fate would have it our Freeds survived almost unharmed. Shortly before leaving our tent for the altars we all applied 10 ml of DiveGel+ from prefilled disposable vaginal applicators and His Grace served us our portions of Gorse Brandy. Then at 6:50 AM we left our tent to mount the altars for sunrise at 7:06 AM.  

At that moment the wind picked up noticeably and the howling from the wind through stone holes increased considerably in volume. The rain stopped and the clouds lifted just off the site and raced overhead. It was like walking into the wind from an industrial fan to get to the altars.  By the time we staggered the twenty yards to the altar site the wind had blown them dry. I was afraid for Odile that she would be blown off the north altar and over the cliff, but the altar is positioned so that it is protected from the wind except from the north which if she was blown off by a north wind it would toss her against the north end of the primary altar so from that perspective (in theory) she was relatively safe and she fearlessly mounted and lay waiting for her first man.

Once all the women were on our altars the wind almost stopped and the holey stone moans stopped entirely.  It was eerily quiet.  While the rain and wind had stopped there was no break in the cloud cover and no sunrise to be seen as we kept on schedule and (according to Jack who was acting as master of ceremonies) the first male penetration on all five altars occurred exactly at sunrise, 7:06 AM.

Donald: My first partner was Donald a strapping lad of 13 who was amazingly well endowed for someone his age. He was such a sweet boy, who had learned about sex from his older brother and an obliging ewe. By all accounts I was his first penile/vaginal sex with a woman. He had never seen hairless pubes on an adult woman and so was fascinated by the sight of my waxed vulva. At first he thought from my size, my face in deep shadow and being hairless I was younger than he was and wouldn’t mount me, which I first thought endearing until I realized his balking might throw the ceremony off schedule. So I spoke to him in my most dominating tone of voice and he quickly mounted me and properly positioned we waited for 7:06 AM.

He had older and younger sisters and knew what a very young girl looks like as well as having seen his older sister’s bikini trimmed bush. I told him I was menstrual and he said he’d taken bleeding ewes so blood was no problem if I felt OK and asked if I wanted him to use a condom. He said his sister didn’t want to be around her boyfriend when she was bleeding. I said it was important for this ceremony that he not use a condom as the purpose was to have him plant his seed as deep in me as he could. He was so pleased as he like most men hates condoms.

He lacked technique, but made up for it in energy, short recycle time and enthusiasm so that he got off four times in twenty minutes, the last two times I ripple gripped him while I was breastfeeding him. Who knew that he was fond of breast milk! I asked where he developed the taste and he told me he had a nursing relationship with his grandmother who he is helping stay fresh as she works sometimes as a wet-nurse. What a darling boy! He had to be helped off me the last time and was smiling as two of his friends helped him stagger away. 

Afterward: It took us about two and a half hours to finish our work on the altars after which the Red Deer rug I was lying on was sodden with my menstrual flow, arousal lube, DiveGel and my partner’s semen. All my encounters, the three initiates as well as Jack and His Grace, and the other altar girls altar encounters went w/o incident and the clouds scudded just a few feet above the site with no sign of the sun. The altar rugs with the celebrant’s fluids were collected and taken back to the lodge to be ritually burnt as would the Freed pointes we had worn while on the altars.

Then as we were in the carriages returning to the hunting lodge the rain and wind came again. By early afternoon we were back at the lodge and the sun was out briefly. We all had naps after long hot soaking baths. Before dinner we participated in the burning of the altar rugs and shoes throwing the Freeds we had worn and the deerskin rugs we had lain on onto a bonfire in propitiation for any offenses against the Goddesses we may have been guilty of, such as wearing pointes on the altars which I was very skeptical about. His Grace’s staff sets a marvelous table and we all sat down to a delicious evening celebratory meal of rack of lamb with the newly initiated boys before they were taken home to their families.

Given the girls fatigue from cold and exertion and because getting a helicopter in with the gale force winds would have been difficult we decided to stay over another day and leave for home on Tuesday the 24^th. It’s now 6:30 AM here and the helicopter is coming for us at about 7:30 AM. So after I post this I’m going down to breakfast. If His Grace wants to celebrate the Winter Solstice at location Z we may have to do it in parkas and snowshoes.