Blackthorn and its uses, Location Z, Celtic site

An old Blackthorn tree in spring blossom

The Photo: The Blackthorn (Prunus Spinosa) is prized for its lovely grained very hard heartwood for making walking sticks, Irish shillelaghs and as a shrub it creates an impenetrable hedge. Blackthorn has been long associated with witchcraft, and it is said that witches' wands and staffs were made using blackthorn wood. And its berries, Sloe, are used in making Sloe gin. Long ago Blackthorn was so common in the Cambrian Mountains that the castle and Barony were named for it.

The Blackthorn riding crop: I’ve had a riding crop made from Blackthorn heartwood by an aged craftsman who I’ll call ‘Garrick Ollivander’. Harry Potter fans will recognize the name as the owner of the Wand shop in the village outside Hogwarts. Mr. Ollivander lives in one of the Barony’s grace-and-favor cottages in the village close at hand having rendered services in making riding crops, walking sticks, crutches and charms for Edith my predecessor as Baroness.

Having a riding crop made is not quite like having a Wand fitting as the crop doesn’t have a personal relationship with its owner as a wand does. However, the length and thickness of the crop shaft should be proportional to the size of its owner and the grip should fit comfortably in the owner’s hand. Mine I use for play with my submissives during BDSM scenes when I’m training men as well as when I’m riding horses. I also use it to correct students during ballet class and when I’m teaching pointe while wearing ballet-boots I strike the crop against the heel cup of my boot when I’m displeased with the students performing a combination and the soft leather popper makes a wonderfully sharp crack which really gets my students attention.  For more about Prunus Spinosa, see the article: HERE

Location Z disappears:  Actually, it didn’t really disappear. We know exactly where it went. The last reported earthquake in the Scottish Highlands was a magnitude 3 centered near Fort William in July of 2014. So it doesn’t seem that temblor was the trigger for the massive slide that caused the top several hundred feet of the cliff on which Location Z was located to fall in to the valley to the north. Returning readers will recall that the north altar at Location Z was on the edge of the cliff and the standing stones to its north had already fallen into the abyss. Jack, Viscount Sandbach and one of my former lovers, whose father owns the land, had always said the location was safe. Apparently he was mistaken! Fortunately the slide occurred between celebrations so none of us were injured and since it occurred at night and fell into a forested area no one was injured in the valley where the slide landed. I give thanks to the Goddess that no humans were injured or killed!

I should still have time to find a suitable location to celebrate the Winter Solstice which I think will almost certainly be Blackthorn Castle since it would eliminate a good bit of travel and having to stay with friends, the long ride to and from the mountain top and changing into ceremonial garb on site in tents. Not that His Grace, the Duke of M**** hasn’t been a perfect host whenever I’ve stayed with him, but losing Location Z removes a great deal of the reason for going to the Scottish Highlands to celebrate the changing seasons. Although, changing the location of the ceremony will have little effect on the weather experienced, which is almost as cold and wet at Blackthorn castle as at Location Z.  However, getting out of the weather afterward will just be a matter of going back inside the castle. From recent research in the Barony archives by a scholar who works in the Bodleian Library and is an expert on early Welsh texts, prose stories (The Mabinogion, the White Book of Rhydderch, the Red Book of Hergest and others) I’m finding that one of the oldest parts of Blackthorn Castle an east facing tower is said to have been built over a sacred Celtic site which may properly serve the needs of Aphrodite.

It’s amazing the ancient texts setting down the legends surrounding the castles location that my Bodleian researcher has discovered. She found them shelved in an alcove previously blocked by a medieval bookcase in the castle muniment room. The tower is a part of the castle that (so legend has it) hasn’t been entered in more than three hundred years since the 12 y/o son of the 18^th Baroness fell to his death from its roof while hiding from a playmate and is said to haunt it. Well, hasn’t been entered other than gain access to repair the roof during which strange things happened with some of the materials being used. No one has wanted to go into it especially the cellars where the Celtic ruins form part of the foundation fearing both the ghost and spirits from the old ways. It would seem that being built over the sacred Celtic site the tower, which is on the eastern side so has a marvelous view of the sunrise, should be ideal. I’ll have to have the roof checked for size and safety and I look forward to inspecting it myself with Charles.

Circe’s Lair at Blackthorn Castle: Several years ago I started a small gathering spot in my club Naughty Pleasures in Las Vegas called Circe’s Lair, which was a private costume encounter club, giving women an opportunity to act out their fantasies with men by giving them so much sex it drains the men of their energy changing them from tigers to kittens. Rather like Delilah cutting off Sampson’s hair, but a club member’s weapon of choice is her vagina not shears. A talented woman with stamina could turn a man who thought himself a tiger in bed into an exhausted tabby during a single encounter.

This past February I approved plans to upgrade part of one of the newer wings of Blackthorn Castle to make a small getaway destination for aristocratic vanilla women who want to improve their sexual skills and I’m calling it Circe’s Lair. The modifications are complete and it’s quite lovely! The Lair when it’s opened for clients won’t be specifically to train them to exhaust men sexually, but should that happen more power to the women. It is an achievement devoutly to be wished! From what I’ve seen of young aristocratic British women many of them are vanilla and sexually naive so there should be quite a market for a course that teaches my seductive techniques and pelvic skills. It will be a combination of the Contemporary Sexual Health and Advanced Sexual Techniques courses I taught at St. Lucy’s in Las Vegas.

The Lair is lovely, very feminine without being the least twee. It has three suites each consisting of a bedroom, sitting room, large full bathroom and an encounter salle. On the ground floor is a very nice residential size enclosed and heated swimming pool. Not that their was a large amount of traffic at Blackthorn House in Belgravia when I trained women there, but having a student away from the delights of London should help focus her mind on her training. Tanaquil has agreed to send one of her French Dommes over to run the Lair and manage the male trainers and their female students.  

 

 

Copper IUDs, menstrual gushing and Celestial events planning

A pair of my ‘alpha and omega’ leather pointes

The photo: A pair of special makeup Capezio Aerial style 191 in black leather. I have a few pairs I wear on solemn occasions; ceremonies such as christenings and funerals. I call them my Alpha and Omega shoes because in them I celebrate the beginning and the end of life. I wear black leather pointes made of traditional materials on those occasions (with fitted slacks over tights) to experience their discomfort. I see it as a masochistic offering of joy to welcome a new life entering the world or in sorrow with the family who lost a member to death.

Copper IUDs, menstrual cups and gushing: A copper ParaGard T380a IUD with a frame is more likely to cause heavier bleeding during menstruation than does a frameless standard 6 bead GyneFix 300. The mini-GyneFix 4 bead 200 causes almost no increase in bleeding during menstruation. Heavier bleeding and the sometimes attendant anemia can necessitate an iron rich diet to stay healthy.

This subject came to mind the other day when I was CD3 and flowing heavily with a Diva cup inserted for flow control. Fortunately Nikolai likes the scent (metallic) and taste (coppery) of my flow as well as going swimming in the ‘Red Sea’ so I have had no decrease in menstrual sex between my former lover, Marvin, and Nikolai.

My menstrual schedule for the Celestial celebrations: I am scheduled to be CD5 and nearing the end of my period on the Autumnal Equinox. For the Winter Solstice I should be CD11 and fertile, which is a very good omen! When my wards were living and training with me in Vegas they were in menstrual synchrony with me, but now their cycles are drifting as they are no longer training with me enough for my pheromones to keep them in synchrony. 

The seasons, celebrated as did the Ancients: I’m already making plans for my wards and I to celebrate the last two significant celestial events of the 2015 calendar year the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice.  The Autumnal Equinox occurs on September 23^rd which is a Wednesday, and the Winter Solstice occurs on December 22^nd which is a Tuesday. As we have for the past few years we will be celebrating sunrise at Location Z, the ancient holy site in the mountains North East of Ullapool Scotland. Getting permission from my ward’s tutors at their Universities has been no problem as they are known to be favorites of His Grace who continues to be a generous donor.

For the Autumnal Equinox my wards and I will be traveling from London to Inverness aboard ‘The Dragon’, my private rail cars, and staying with the Duke of M**** at his castle, Crag Abbey, in the mountains to the west of Loch Ness on Saturday September 19^th. Then convoy to his Grace’s hunting lodge below the summit of Loc. Z on the 21^st as a staging point for ascending to the celestial temple very early on the morning of the 23^rd Afterward returning to Crag Abbey for a day or two of relaxation before Returning to London on Saturday the 26^th. Nikolai has already been invited as everyone wants to meet the ballet star and my new lover. From the 19^th to the 26^th he will miss four performances of Romeo and Juliet out of a total of eighteen so he was granted leave for those.

For the Winter Solstice my wards and I will again be traveling from London to Inverness aboard ‘The Dragon’ and staying with the Duke of M**** at his castle, Crag Abbey on Saturday the 19^th. Then convoy to his Grace’s hunting lodge below the summit of Loc. Z on the 20^th as a staging point for ascending to the celestial temple very early on the morning of the 22^nd. Afterward we will return to Crag Abbey and remain as guests of His Grace and his son Jack (one of my former lovers) until after 12^th night which in 2016 is Tuesday January 5^th. Nikolai was again invited as my partner. However, since the ballet will be performing The Nutcracker during December and early January he won’t be able to get away as he would miss twelve performances between 12/19/15 and 1/5/16 which the mandarins’ would quite rightly be upset about. So, Marvin, Morning Wood, will be partnering me as he won’t be teaching (at Cambridge) then since Michaelmas term ends on Friday 4 December and Lent term doesn’t begin until Tuesday 12 January. I think that will work out quite nicely as it will give Marvin and me time to reestablish our relationship and let him know he is very precious to me.

Nikolai’s sperm count: Now that I have managed my lover’s small harem so he can be ‘unfaithful’ to me during the work day, a situation I encourage to keep him sexually satisfied until we can be together during evenings and weekends, I conducted some tests of his semen with a home sperm check kit to get an idea of his sperm count and I was pleased to find he is still off the high end. I was curious to see if his sex drive is affecting his ability to father offspring. I’m sure his count has dropped some with him having an average of four acts of intercourse per day, but his enthusiasm for fucking my brains out has not diminished and the volume of semen he releases is quite high, the equivalent of a man who paces himself and amazing for a man who goes after women as though there was no tomorrow as Nikolai’s libido drives him to do.  At his latest physical he masturbated into a specimen cup and the lab did a thorough test. He had a very high sperm count per ml of ejaculate and they were all perfectly formed and strong swimmers. So my lover can be very dangerous around a fertile and unprotected female even at the pace he is setting for himself.

Thrust-drop injury in Freeds: It’s happened already! One of Nikolai’s Odalisques has dislocated a big toe in a thrust-drop injury while wearing Freed Classics. I had warned the girls in his harem as well as others that switching to Gaynor Minden pointes for ballet-sex play was what they should do. However, this woman’s shoe allowance had been spent on Freeds and she didn’t want to be out of pocket £ 86 – £95 for a pair of shoes to seduce Nikolai when she had a fresh supply of Freeds for the fall season. Obviously she wasn’t paying attention when I explained why Gaynors were far more comfortable and safer. She will not be dancing for several months and is out as one of my competitors in the scramble to take him away from me. Not that any of them stand a chance of being more than a convenient dalliance, a place holder. Fortunately I had an alternate on standby that immediately filled the injured woman’s spot in his ballet-sex harem while wearing Gaynor pointes. Once again, small women should absolutely wear GM pointes for ballet-sex with tall men to minimize the possibility of serious thrust-drop injuries.

The 2015 Summer Solstice

Ullapool and Loch Broom looking North West.

The photo: A clear Summer day on Loch Broom with the village of Ullapool in the foreground. The mountains in the background to the west face the Minch and the Isle of Lewis, They are first to get a lot of the moisture coming off the water in the form of rain or snow and contain Location Z.

Contraception and performance meds for the Solstice:  All my wards have had frameless copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted so I’m the only one using a cervical barrier, a transparent silicone Oves cervical cap for other than dive-sex. While my wards are no longer in menstrual synchrony with me all of us are somewhere in our luteal interval so theoretically even with no effective method of birth control we should all be safe from becoming pregnant from our altar inseminations. Even so, it’s not a good idea for a woman to go unprotected during an encounter with a potent and unprotected man, which is why I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix. The ‘Altar Boys’ took a performance enhancing medication, Viagra or Cialis, as a precaution since performance anxiety and the cold can occasionally cause even the most amorous man’s penis to wilt. 

The Summer Solstice: We had convoyed up from His Grace’s hunting lodge to the staging area where the mess tent and dressing area are located arriving at midnight. Before dressing my wards and I as priestess of Aphrodite anointed our underarms, the inside of our thighs, behind our ears and the pulse points of our wrists with a spicy unguent the scent from which is designed to dramatically increase a man’s desire. Then we all met in the dining area where along with the men who would be our partners we consumed a full English breakfast during which they could smell the fragrant oil with which we had been anointed. After breakfast the women moved to the robing area to be helped into our full-length hooded shearling robes. I had again obtained a dispensation from the Goddess that permitted our wearing Gaynor pointes during our time on the altars while our partner’s inseminated us.  

As planned Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile took their respective places on the subtending altars at the celestial temple at Location Z along with me and our young male aristocrat partners to welcome the arrival of summer at sunrise a few minutes after 4:00 AM. At sunrise there was only a light breeze from the East and icily fog (the temperature was in the high 30s F) which made the sweet scent of the Gorse covering the area outside the ring of tone stones mixed with the earthy scent of burning peat just seem that much richer.

Returning readers will recall that at Location Z the North altar is close to the cliff edge due to the edge and the vertical tone stones there having long ago fallen into the valley hundreds of feet below, but Jack says the rock the altar and the remaining two fire pits are 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. Willow always has first choice for these celebrations since she is the granddaughter of His Grace so has precedence and as usual 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 for the Vernal Equinox; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one.

Odile is the risk taker and always wants the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away. The wind had been forecast to be from the west, but was from the East instead. Either way would have been ok (just so it wasn’t from the South) however the wind direction had been changing and I wasn’t going to lose a ward due to inattention to detail. So over her strenuous objections I had Odile and her solstice partner wear safety harnesses which was a first for our celebration at location Z.  Other than that there was no difference since being cold and rained on is what we have come to expect during the ritual planting of potent male seed.

The celebration ended as it always does with His Grace taking me after my younger aristocratic lover had inseminated me. I took him astride where I could give him pompoir w/o either of us working too hard. After I dismounted he helped me off the altar and escorted me back to the women’s dressing room tent where everyone else was waiting for us and I dried off and changed clothes. Then we all boarded the convoy of Land Rovers to return to the hunting lodge for the ceremonial burning of the celebrants fleece robes and the women’s pointe shoes before we all set out on the long drive back to Crag Abbey. We arrived in time for a delicious supper of roast salmon after the girls and I had wonderfully long hot soaks in tubs of scented water.

Marvin, Aphrodite and procreation: In his capacity as my psychoanalyst Marvin is helping me come to terms with the responsibility of being the Goddess Aphrodite’s Priestess charged with encouraging the consummation of physical love between men and women.  At first I felt overwhelmed by the responsibility, but he has been able to get me to relax and accept the role I have been given to train my wards and a few other close and physically gorgeous young women to encourage their friends to participate in sexual relations between consenting adults.  While our objective is primarily heterosexual couples in no way is that intended to slight Gay, Lesbian and Transgender couples who have their own vital and creative parts to play in society.

However, it is heterosexual couples on which the future of the human species depends so I have been tasked by the Goddess to stimulate the libidos of men and women with whom I come in contact with the aim of increasing the birth rate in stable relationships. Nothing in-your-face overt with lectures etc., just presenting young health men and women to each other in the most favorable settings for romance and procreation. Marvin thinks it is ironic that Aphrodite has tasked me with increasing procreation while I’m being so obsessive/compulsive about avoiding pregnancy myself by careful use of my favorite contraception method, which returning readers know is cervical barriers.

 

I’m often told during pillow talk how much a partner would like to find me pregnant from our encounter, which I think is probably a male potency fantasy as my married partners would almost certainly scramble to pay for the abortion. I see my effort to avoid pregnancy while being sexually active as a challenge to the men I’m intimate with increasing their interest in having unprotected sex with me which should carry over to their other sex partners.    

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.

We have a new Princess! Summer activities

Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana of Cambridge in her mother’s arms

The Photo: The fourth in line to the throne will be officially known as HRH Princess Charlotte of Cambridge. A Kensington Palace spokesman said that the names “spoke for themselves”.

Honors for Princess Charlotte: Two salutes took place on Monday May 4^th one at Hyde Park and the other at the Tower of London. The guns used were 13-pounder First World War-era field guns. The Royal Parks said 41 shots were fired at the park and 62 at the Tower, and blank artillery rounds were used. The salute fired fat Hyde Park was quite loud as it was just a few blocks from Eaton Square, but we could also hear the much longer one fired from the Tower of London.

From Wikipedia - Princess Charlotte of Cambridge:

“Title and Style: Princess Charlotte was, from birth, a British princess entitled to the style of Royal Highness under letters patent issued by Queen Elizabeth II on 31 December 2012, which gave the title and style to all children of the Prince of Wales's eldest son. Her official title and style is Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte of Cambridge.

Ancestry: Through her paternal grandfather, Charles, Prince of Wales, she is a member of the House of Windsor. Through her paternal grandmother, Diana, Princess of Wales, she descends from the Spencer family, whose members include the Earls Spencer, Earls of Sunderland, and Dukes of Marlborough. Through her paternal great-grandfather, Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, the Princess belongs to the House of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg (Kings of Greece, Denmark, and Norway).”

UNLV 2015 commencement and grad school: Commencement will be on Saturday May 16, at 9am & 2pm. Willow, Odette and Odile will be graduating. Bea will be starting Cambridge as an undergrad while the other three go to grad school at Cambridge where Taryn can guide or intercede for them if necessary. The girls have already shipped their SCUBA gear to Blackthorn castle and most of their things to Blackthorn House in Eaton Square.

Marvin and I will be flying back on Limnaea II out of Gatwick on Wednesday the 13^th for commencement so Anya is having our suite at my place in Vegas where they have all been living readied for us. I plan to depart for London with my wards and perhaps Anya, depending on her next assignment, on the evening of the 16^th. The girls are looking forward to fetish clubbing in London this summer and for diving my new deep training pool if it is completed on time.

Cambridge University: His Grace, the Duke of M**** was very helpful in getting them accepted, not because of their grades which are excellent, but because they are competing with candidates from the UK.  They have to be there and settled for Full Michaelmas term which runs from Tue 6 Oct - Fri 4 Dec by October 1st.

2015 Summer solstice: The Summer solstice will occur on Sunday June 21st.  Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile will be taking their respective places on the subtending altars at the celestial temple at Location Z along with me and suitable male partners to welcome the arrival of summer at sunrise on June 21^st. Jack, Viscount Sandbach, is already looking at young aristocrat candidates from his friends families with a view to making the celestial celebrations a bit more up-market. However, I don’t think Aphrodite whose temple we are celebrating in, cares as long as there are good breeding males who have participated and will forever be influenced by their sexual bonding to her at Location Z.

The recent election: His Grace is very pleased that the Conservatives won a majority in parliament as a steady hand is needed on the national purse strings. Not that he is particularly partial in general, but feared the possibility of a sharp swing to the left.

A disadvantage of an underwire bra, Prep for the Equinox

Staircase to the ballet studio in the Abbey tower

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soloing a venting tank, tutoring Terry

Soloing a venting the tank after a burst disc rupture

The picture: The lovely dive art of the artist HD, with permission.  The picture is entitled Death Spiral and shows me after accidently setting off the heat-pack causing a burst disc rupture venting my tank while solo diving something I’ve cautioned others to never do. Fortunately I survived, but the experience could have easily been fatal if the spiraling tank had forced me head first into the rock wall.

Even with all my warnings to others about not trying to ride a venting tank solo I tried it - unintentionally - while wearing a 2 mm dive skin and hood - in the new deep water location, and got bounced and tumbled on the seaweed covered bottom before I could get out of the harness and to the surface. I was fortunate I didn’t lose my mask. Nothing more than a really scary minute or so with some tears in the neoprene and no sex involved. I shouldn’t have used a tank with a heat-pack attached when I was solo diving in the area of the aquifer outflow in the cove where the current forced me against the aquifer outflow depression wall triggering the heat-pack. My God! I had such an adrenaline high I needed sex afterward to help me come down slowly otherwise I get really depressed coming off that massive a high.

Tutoring Terry: Just because Terrance is in chastity (of a sort) until I take his virginity from him on the main altar during celebration of the Summer Solstice at the ancient holy site at Location Z does not mean his education in the delights of female companionship hasn’t begun. After ballet class Bea, Willow or I will take him into an encounter salle while we are still sweaty from class so he will become familiar with the scent of estrogenic musk mixed with the bouquet of a woman’s sweat, shampoo, soap and perfume which he is familiar with from his ballet training in the UK. There we school him in the technique of pleasuring a woman with his tongue; the clitoral orgasm and the taste of her natural lubricant the weeps from her vaginal walls and labia during arousal from cunilingus. If he performs satisfactorily we reward him with fellatio. While he has masturbated since puberty he’d never had a woman suck him off (amazing since he has such a glorious body and has been around teen ballet girls for years) so having his frenulum caressed by a woman’s tongue and squirting his load down our throats was and so far continues to be an amazing experience for him.

Breastfeeding and pointe-shoes: I was concerned that he wouldn’t like breast milk, but he loves breastfeeding I did have to tell him to come to my breasts freshly shaved as even at 17 he has stiff stubble which is like sandpaper. He develops marvelous suction being able to empty my breasts quickly and expertly while getting my vaginal secretions flowing wetting my thighs. and turning my legs to jelly .So  now my tutoring sessions begin with have him breastfeed before giving me cunilingus and a clitoral orgasm with his tongue. I’m CD16 today and Luteal. I ovulated two days ago so I’m safe from pregnancy until next cycle, not that I need to worry about that from Terry before the 21^st, but other lovers are keeping me filled with live sperm and not to break routine I continue to wear a latex flat spring diaphragm since it is possible, but not likely, that I could start bleeding early.  

When I’m tutoring Terry he seems fascinated with my legs and pointe shoes, I’m wearing old Gaynors as they are quieter, provide better support, are more comfortable and last far longer than most other maker’s pointes and they are already stained with stage grime so being splattered with my vaginal secretions or his semen (if I (drool) or breast milk (if he drools), it’s no big deal. I think he may have a thing for women’s feet and especially pointe shoes as I’ve seen him fondling and sniffing Bea’s and Willow’s Gaynors as well as mine and I’m waiting for him to ask for a pair of mine. If he asks I won’t give them to him. Only Jack gets pairs of my damp smelly Gaynors as talismans of my affection, but Bea or Willow probably would if he asks.

Blue Balls: We’ve learned to reward Terry with BJs only after ballet class otherwise his stamina suffers, but he should be able to overcome that with more practice.  I had first thought to put him right back into his Access Denied chastity cup w/o providing him sexual release, but without relief he would get ‘Blue Balls’ [or ‘lover’s nuts’, a slang term for the condition of temporary fluid congestion (vasocongestion) in the testicles accompanied by testicular pain, caused by prolonged and unsatisfied sexual arousal in the human male.] and was so uncomfortable after giving the woman tutoring him her pleasure that it was only right to give him relief. I’m a masochist not a sadist and none of us got pleasure watching him suffer. Besides it could warp his opinion - which is still being formed - of women and cause him to take his pleasure first which in my opinion is a bad sign in a man. There are women sadists, but that’s a lesson we don’t intend to teach.  He is a delight to be around is a quick study and has done everything asked of him so rather than let him suffer with lovers nuts his tutor will suck him off before putting him back in chastity.

The Summer solstice - preparation: Tomorrow, Monday June 16^th, we will be boarding Limnaea II at Charlotte Amalie, stopping at Dulles to pick up Fiona (Jacks sister) and her lover Maj. Tree then on to Inverness. We’ll be staying at Crag Abbey on Loch Ness before moving on to His Grace’s hunting lodge in the foothills of the mountains to the East of Ullapool on Loch Broom. Jack has been at the lodge in the hills above Ullapool for the last few days working on the holy site with its five altars dedicated to the Goddess Aphrodite / Venus. Chris, our male Gyn, also went on ahead to screen potential young males to be inducted into the service of Aphrodite. And I’m bringing the heavy gold collar of office I wear as High priestess of Aphrodite when conducting the men’s initiation rites.

New for this Solstice we are going to wear Gaynor pointes rather than the Freed Classics worn during earlier ceremonies at Location Z. I thought the Goddess had a prohibition against using modern materials (the unitized polymer shank and toe-box in GM pointes), but I can safely wear a Reflexions flat spring diaphragm with its stainless steel rim spring and natural rubber latex dome, so I prayed to the Goddess for guidance and I have gotten a positive response. The weather is often so wet on the mountain top that Freeds melt almost immediately so Gaynors will be far safer ceremonial footwear.

Tutoring the nobility

Coat of arms of The College of Arms

The Photo: The coat of arms of the organization in the UK that grants heraldic arms to an individual or organization if they meet certain strict criteria.  The College of Arms also creates the heraldic shields for the newly entitled and traces possible heirs to titles and arms belonging to families thought to have become extinct. 

Her Grace makes a request:  Alice, Duchess of M**** asked if I would tutor her friend’s eldest son who is 17 and will be going to Oxford this fall. Given that I’ve had a minimum of formal education I wondered what subject I could possibly help him with. She said his parents; his father is the current holder of one of England’s oldest and most efficiently run Earldoms and his mother a retired Royal Ballet Principal, are anxious that Terrence (Terry) have an intimate and positive experience with a sexually knowledgeable women before he goes to oxford since he has been in all-male schools since early childhood only meeting girls in private off-campus ballet classes he has taken since he was five. I was amazed that an all-male school could stop an inquisitive young male whose hormones are peaking from discovering the delights of women especially as he has grown up with female ballet students, but it seems his parents think that it has. I was supposedly getting a virgin to tutor on the pleasures of heterosexual sex, assuming of course that he is straight, which I think is a concern of his father as he needs a grandson as an heir.

Alice thinks there are other reasons – in addition to deepening his experience and perhaps understanding of women - his parents want Terry vacationing at lost cove this summer. They know Willow is with me here and Terry met her briefly when she taught a master class at his school. Alice thinks they want Terry at 17 and willow at 19 to become to develop a romantic relationship since terry is handsome and rich and will inherit the title and estates on his father’s death. With him marrying into Jacks family it would establish stronger interfamily ties a common practice among the aristocracy.

That seems unlikely to me since there is a two year difference in their ages and with girls maturing mentally earlier than boys they may have little in common. Not to mention that Willow is performing in my ballet company in Las Vegas while Terry will be at Oxford for the next several years. Of course that could all change. Since Terry is supposed to be very strong and have significant ballet training including pas de deux classes I’m sure he will be partnering Willow in our ballet classes and I’m anxious to see how they get along.

Tea and Sympathy: Her Grace said she immediately thought of the 1956 film Tea and Sympathy ((Deborah Kerr and John Kerr) with me in the role of Laura Reynolds, played by Deborah Kerr. The circumstances are not as straight forward with Terry as with Tom Lee in the film, but she thinks his parents are trying to avoid a similar situation once he gets to Oxford.

Alice said she thinks I would be an ideal tutor for Terry and he would learn a lot being with me for a few days. And well she might since I’ve been fucking her son’s brains out every chance I get for the past several years and my effort has not gone unnoticed as Jack wants to marry me over his father, the Duke’s, objections.  I was relieved that her request was one that I can handle easily and I’m going to enjoy teaching Terry about women while we enjoy each other’s bodies.  Jack has gone back to the UK to prepare Location Z for the Summer Solstice on the 21^st of this month so Terry rode back on Limnaea II and Alice and I took the Wanton Lass around to St Thomas today to pick him up. And what a stud-muffin he is!

Terry’s arrival: On the sail back from Charlotte Amelie to lost cove Terry and I got acquainted while Alice sunned herself and napped. I said he would be staying with Bea, Willow and me at my villa on the cove and that there would be ballet class each morning, which he knew since he brought his practice clothes and slippers. I also mentioned that none of the women including me were in monogamous relationships so hookups were fine, but that I would be his primary trainer and I have final say on what is safe for him to do. The girls know the dive limits past which an activity requires my approval and none of us want to be responsible for injuring such a gorgeous male body, not to mention a sweet personality, for a man.

Bea, Willow and Anya were on the pier in bikinis to welcome him and I could see Terry was very impressed with their beauty and the drape of his shorts showed it until he got his emotions under control. We all saw the rise in his interest and later we giggled and wondered how his parents could have been thinking he might be gay. Obviously he doesn’t confide in his father, which is quite common when sons are shipped off to boarding school and only see their fathers as authority figures and at Christmas.

Terry and the Summer Solstice: The Summer Solstice is on Saturday June 21^st, exactly one week from today. We will be leaving for Inverness this coming Monday so we can have a few days to recover from jet lag and prepare for our Location Z altar performances as Priestess of Aphrodite welcoming new males into the Old Ways. I’ve decided to save Terry’s virginity until the Solstice and take it from him on the main altar at sunrise.

Terry intends to major in sociology and specialize in ancient religions while at Oxford and when he found I am a Priestess of Aphrodite/Venus and will be celebrating the Solstice on the primary altar of an ancient holy site he was beyond fascinated and asked to participate. When I explained that participation by males required that they be virgin (defined here as not having had penile vaginal intercourse (PVI) with a human female – sheep don’t count) his virginity immediately turned from a liability into an amazing asset and he agreed to avoid having PVI with any women until I relieved him of his virginity at sunrise on the 21^st. Just to make sure he asked to wear a chastity belt when not in ballet classes to show his resolve. He said another few days of cold showers will just increase his anticipation. So Chris fit him into an old Access Denied male chastity belt and gave me the key. Terry is such a marvelously strong and hunky submissive and in ballet class has amazing stamina.

Milex as a training diaphragm, prep. for the Vernal Equinox

A silicone Milex wide seal Omniflex diaphragm

The photo: A Milex wide seal Omniflex (coil spring rim) diaphragm. A common mold is used to extrude both Milex rim styles so the two indentations in the 8mm inner flange of the wide seal are where the fingers should be placed to fold the other, Arcing spring rim, style Milex contraceptive diaphragm.

Escorts, training assistants and training diaphragms: Training diaphragms serve several purposes. Things like decreasing the sensitivity of both an escort candidate and his training assistant so he can build his stamina for delayed orgasms. Learning effective techniques to under-thrust an All-Flex or Omniflex diaphragm on request or covertly. And for the women escort candidates how to wear a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm as flood insurance, to prevent having water forced into her uterus during dive-sex.

Stamina building: To increase the effort needed to cause a woman to reach vaginal orgasm a silicone diaphragm of the proper contraceptive size can be worn. Silicone diaphragms have far poorer heat transfer properties that the latex devices they replaced so decrease the tactile sensitivity of male/female vaginal contact. Depending on the individual woman’s pelvic anatomy occasionally the rim of an Omniflex might rub against her G-spot when she’s aroused increasing her sensitivity. With training assistants who have this situation (I was going to say ‘problem’, but for most Milex wearers that would not be a problem) it can usually be eliminated by having the training assistant wear a diaphragm one size larger.

Since all our TAs have GyneFix IUDs implanted the too large training diaphragm can be removed immediately after the training session since there is no need to leave it inserted for a minimum of six hours after having semen released in her vagina. Removing the too large diaphragm immediately after the training session prevents the possibility of developing a UTI from being unable to empty her bladder completely due to the too large rim pressing on her urethra.

Under-thrust training: Two different sizes are used for training depending on the woman client’s desired scenario; either accidental under-thrust where a properly sized Omniflex is used or a breeding fantasy where a diaphragm two sizes too small is used to increase the likelihood and ease of a partner intentionally under-thrusting the rim and filling the dome with semen.

Gas guard/flood insurance: This is taught to both training assistants and to sexually adventurous female clients who come to Adolph’s spa, The Lorelei, for encounters with some of Pirate’s stable of stallions. A correctly sized device or perhaps one size larger latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm is worn to protect the woman from the possibility of having water forced into her uterus by the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusts during underwater sex.

If the woman is on another effective method of contraception the one size larger can be worn for the dive and removed immediately afterward to avoid the possibility of developing a UTI. With guests at The Lorelei diaphragms are usually fitted since they can be worn at any depth and Lorelei guests have access to Adolph’s deep water training facility. FemCaps can be fitted if the pelvic anatomy permits, but they are subject to painful squeeze below thirty feet.

Beware the Ides of March: Today Adolph’s 18 y/o niece had a serious accident while training with Adolph in his deep water training facility. Fortunately it occurred while he was with her so no one else can be blamed as his temper is legendary when something goes wrong. It was her fault as she had intentionally worn an Omniflex into The Well with him rather than the flat spring latex Reflexions she knew needed for maximum flood insurance protection. She told me later that she so loves it when her partner under-thrusts her protection, even though in her case it wouldn’t have resulted in a pregnancy even if she had been fertile because she has a GyneFix IUD implanted. I understand that feeling since I enjoy it too, though in my case if my Oves displaced while I was fertile I’d stand a good chance of conceiving.

When he took her in missionary at 125 feet while breathing Nitrox II she was a bit narced and her fantasy about having semen in the dome of her diaphragm combined to cloud her judgment and she didn’t object when he under-thrust the rim. During that encounter she had an air bubble forced into her uterus. She was on her period and some of the air formed a clot in her lung.  I’m CD7 today and she is cycling a few days behind me at the moment and was CD3 and bleeding heavily, the most dangerous time, when she got the clot. She is doing well enough in Adolph’s private hospital considering what might have happened, but will be on blood thinners and under observation for a few days. What that means is that she will not be going with me and my other wards to celebrate the Vernal Equinox on March 20^th at Location Z.

Smokeless fire: I’ve been working on my basic skills as a handmade of Aphrodite and I think I’ve mastered the formulation (with the help of Jeff at Labia Labs) of a special ingredient that can be sprinkled on wood and peat fires that will make them burn smokeless and nearly completely so there is almost no ash left. This will allow the use of the twenty large stone fire pits Jack found buried in the ground, four per altar, around the five altars at Location Z to provide warmth for the demi-handmaidens and me and our inductees. The fire pits had stone lids on them which is why they went undiscovered until recently and helps explain the distance between the main and secondary altars. Taking the smoke out of the peat fires while increasing the heat released will improve our comfort substantially while reducing the likelihood that we will be detected from the smoke if the weather happens to be clear. Jack already has pre-positioned stacks of cut blocks of dried peat under tarps in the provisioning area and the pits filled with the first blocks for the vernal equinox celebration.  The fires for this years vernal equinox will be the first in the fire pits in hundreds of years and other than improving our comfort I wonder what other effect they might have.

UNLV’s spring recess is from March 17-22 so we will be leaving for Inverness and Ullapool this coming Monday the 17^th.

Winter Solstice 2013

The Winter Solstice in the north

 

The photo: A picture I like depicting sunrise on the winter solstice. I like it because it looks like it is extremely cold, which is what we encountered at Location Z. Actually, the lunar phase on 20 December 2013 Friday is Waning Gibbous. The current moon phase is from Full: 2013-12-17 09:29 to Last Quarter: 2013-12-25 13:50. The moon is growing smaller (old moon) from a Full Moon on 2013-12-17. It was snowing heavily so we saw neither the sun nor the moon on the morning of December 21^st at Location Z.

The weather on the solstice: The area around Ullapool averages 21 days of precipitation in Decembers. Loch Broom isn’t called the Loch of showers for nothing! So it wasn’t surprising, regardless of how hard we prayed for dry weather, that it had snowed all night and was still snowing at sunrise when the ceremony was underway. The weather was miserable for outside activity with the temperature at 29° F with a 21 mph southeasterly wind across the solar observatory.

Snowbound again: The afternoon of the 20th Jack and I plowed the road up to Location Z. It had been raining at sea level and snowing up there all day with a brisk wind so the road was drifted closed, but not as badly as when we plowed it the first time. Then we went back down to pull enclosed and heated carts carrying the junior Goddesses, initiates and support workers up to the site. We spent the short (for us) night in sleeping bags on cots in heated tents listening to the wind howl around us. I don’t think any of us got much sleep.

Shearling capes, cowls and booties: Himself had decreed that his craftsmen would make warmer ceremonial robes for the Goddesses and initiates concelebrating the Winter Solstice at Location Z and his craftsmen performed beautifully making us all sets of ankle length capes and hoots with 2 inch thick wool on the insides. The Men’s capes were cut more generously so that when they mounted us on the altars their capes and cowls fit over ours forming a seal of sorts. So if anything I was too hot once a male initiate had mounted me and we were united with him thrusting lustily into my nether parts. The trick for me was to hold the one I’d just fucked senseless close until his replacement was ready to mount me.

At Himself’s insistence we wore new Freed pointes (just barely broken in) while on the altars walking from our dressing tent in waterproof shearling boots similar to ballet warm-up booties except heavier and waterproof and toasty warm!

Hoods from hares: The Mountain Hare (Lepus timidus) is Britain's only native member of the rabbit/hare group. The women of the village supporting His Grace’s hunting lodge had again made rabbit fur hoods with attached capes over the neck, throat and shoulders, for all the visiting altar girls, from the white winter coats of the Mountain Hare. They are beautifully made delightfully warm and were fitted individually over our hair after we arrived. They are ceremonial altar clothing for warmth and head protection while being repeatedly inseminated on behalf of the earth goddess at sunrise on celestially important occasions when ritual seed planting is called for.

Secondary altar precedence: With the four secondary altars available on the North, South, East and West of the principal altar all my girls were 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(s) on the North altar should be quite safe. Cyndi had the first choice during the Autumnal equinox as His Grace’s granddaughter. Willow is taking her place for this celebration and being another granddaughter of His Grace she has precedence and like Cyndi 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 fall; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one. However, the wind was stronger and from the south so she was in somewhat greater danger this time. Still, Odile is a risk taker and wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away, but we did insist she and her partners wear safety harnesses.

Beth bleeds: Beth, my PA/dresser, has a GyneFix implanted and was menstrual with the rest of us and her period ended a day or so ago. However, since she was working with Jack for this celebration guiding initiates to and from the altars she wore a Diva cup as women not participating as ritual sacrifices bleed when they are within the circle of stones comprising the observatory proper. She didn’t believe she would start bleeding again as her cycles are very regular, but she did which has probably reset her cycle by three days. We shall see. She was ok with 800 mg of Ibuprofen and the activity on the site took her mind off the return of her menses. She had worn her menstrual cup more to please me than because she thought she would need it. She is now a believer!

Celebrants prep: At 8:00 AM in the men’s tent His Grace and Jack began prepping the initiates giving them their Cialis and shots of Gorse brandy to build their confidence, assertiveness and to counteract the cold. Beth did the same for Bea, Willow, Odette, Odile and me in the ladies tent. Then 20 minutes before sunrise we all inserted a 10 ml disposable applicator of DiveGel+ to make certain that we would be well lubed and I had checked my Oves to make certain it was screwed down tight on my cervix as I was feeling as though I might be fertile, though it would be a day early and unusual, but then if that’s what the Goddess wanted then who am I to question her plan. After putting on our Freed Classics we stuffed our feet into the shearling boots. Then Beth helped us into our shearling robes. They were wonderfully warm, but quite heavy though we only had 20 yards to walk to the altar cluster.

The men: there were fifteen initiates, from the ages of 14 through 17, who supposedly had not had vaginal sex with a woman, though I’m sure working with His Graces flocks of black face sheep they have had penile vaginal sex with ewes. We Goddesses had three each and I had Himself and Jack as well. I wasn’t sure His Grace would feel strong enough and I was concerned that he might have a heart attack and die on top of me on the altar, but he did remarkably well. I was gentle with him and he gave me an orgasm before planting his seed in me.

The initiates had all been screened for STIs and problems that might cause them to falter while attempting to fuck the brains out of a Goddess.  Though we met them all the night before te only one I remember is Malcolm who is the brother of one of my favorites from last time, Donald. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help comparing the two as far as technique and stamina is concerned. I thought Malcolm was more confident and assertive and wanted to control the encounter as I think a man should. Try I mean. But in these ritual encounters I top from the bottom and he found he couldn’t control his ejaculations when I ripple gripped him. After the second time he just hung on while I moved my hips to position him to give me a G-spot orgasm and then got myself off while fucking his brains out. All through our encounter he stayed wonderfully hard so he was a delight to play with.

Ritual seed planting: A few minutes before sunrise as we were all on the altars with the first males of the ceremony the snow fall became much heavier so it was very difficult to see more than a few feet. Jack helped Odile on to the Northern altar and both of them as well as the initiates wore safety harnesses in case a strong gust tried to blow them off the edge. Fortunately that didn’t happen though I thought of the talk about a blood sacrifice. But I suppose that could be interpreted as Beth bleeding while assisting Jack in positioning initiates. The whole ceremony proceeded w/o incident which I was very grateful for since with the terrible weather the likelihood of a serious accident was quite high.

Afterward: With the weather slowing us down a bit we were through in three hours. After we changed back into our winter storm clothes the support staff shut the gas heaters down. While they were doing that I went with Jack on the dozer to plow the road so we could get out pulling the heated personnel carts after us. The road had drifted closed again but it took only a hour or so to clear it then go back for Himself, Jack, the girls and staff. Below the snow line jack put the dozer in the barn and we all climbed in to a caravan of Range Rovers and went back to the hunting lodge in heavy rain. By 3:00 PM it has stopped raining and the sun had actually appeared.

We had a celebratory dinner this evening with all he initiates and support staff. Then the initiates were bedded down in a large guest house with several of the male staff as chaperones, though I understand ewes were available if anyone felt the need. The boys will be taken back to their farms and villages in the morning.

The ritual burning of the Goddesses and initiates ceremonial clothing worn on the altars was postponed until we get to Crag Abbey where we will be spending Christmas.  The ritual fire of purification will occur within the castle walls in the fire pit where it will be safer to burn the robes, hoods and boots, not that it seemed likely to me with all the rain the fire was could get out of control, but Himself said that dry Gorse burns very easily even in wet weather so that was that. All in all it has been a wonderful day and I’m still draining Jacks semen as he was the last to take me.  

Location Z, Snow bound

Mountains around Ullapool in winter.

The photo: Imagine a prehistoric solar observatory on top of one of those snow covered peaks and performing a ritual sacrifice – sexual intercourse with a virgin male - to the Goddess of the old ways, bringing fresh blood in to her service.

Highland walks and walkers: Ullapool is on the highland walks circuit. This time of year there are very few hill walkers as the weather is bad, so except for novices who are clueless and totally unprepared and often have to be rescued His Grace and Jack have the mountain to themselves. During warmer times of the year hill walkers are a nuisance as far as Himself is concerned and are often dissuaded from walking near the site by scary tales of lost and injured hikers that aren’t entirely false.

Snow bound: Gale force winds had closed the road, to the solar observatory above the snow line with deep drifts in several places.  Jack had anticipated that possibility and rented a large tracked snow plow, a Caterpillar D8T, to clear the snow drifts on at least part of the road up to Location Z. The one he rented has a two person temperature controlled cab that is relatively quiet and comfortable. It was parked in a barn at what is usually the snow line and one of His Grace’s Gamekeepers who lives near by keeps the propane heater in the barn going to make the big diesel easier to start.

During the fall, after the autumnal equinox, Jack had spent several weeks grading the trail into a road and laying tons of crushed stone with local labor and mule drawn carts to make it passable in wet weather. I wanted to go with him to plow the snow as I’d never ridden on a bulldozer, or had sex in the cab of a bulldozer, in the winter, on top of a mountain, in the snow, at a prehistoric solar observatory before. Or on a bulldozer at all come to that. John was expecting a very long and tiring day and didn’t want me along, but I insisted and it turned out he was very glad I went with him.

Returning readers will recall that motorized vehicles became inoperative about half way up the track during the fall equinox so we used mules to pull carts and wagons of equipment to the campsite. It was thought that the Goddess was opposed to modern equipment near the site. What Jack and I found was that if I was riding in the cab of the dozer he could drive it up the road plowing the drifts all the way to the top. However, if I got off the big machine wouldn’t operate at all lending some credence to the possibility that I have a special relationship to the site, which is what Himself has said all along.

Jack was amazed and I was too, but also secretly pleased that the Goddess had favored me in a way that I can control machinery (to a limited extent) when near her Holy site. At the very top the last bit of road was clear where the wind had blown almost all the snow off it and the observatory site as well. It looked as though a crew of people had swept it with brooms. Plowing the road had taken all morning, but Jack had originally thought it would require all day (before we found that the dozer would work all the way to the top if I was aboard) so it gave us time to go down and connect the equipment carts loaded with the dressing and dining tents and associated equipment and take them up to the staging location just below the crest and out of most of the wind where a crew of estate workers set it all up in preparation for the girls and I and the male initiates to dress (or undress, depending on your perspective) very early on the morning of the 21^st.

Steamy sex: Given that his part of the preparations were completed early Jack was very pleased and we went off by ourselves on the dozer down the mountain a bit where there was a small clearing and I got to find out what fun it is to get fucked sitting on a man’s lap an a cozy dozer cab while the wind howls around it. I’m CD5 today and have pretty much stopped bleeding so I didn’t stain his jeans, but I don’t think that ever entered his mind he just wanted to fuck me in the middle of a snowstorm! For me CD5 is a time in my cycle when I could become fertile early so I was using DiveGel+ in the dome of an Omniflex and on his lap I controlled the direction and depth of thrusts so I could be sure he didn’t under-thrust my diaphragm and ejaculate in the dome when I might become fertile in the next few hours. We kept the motor idling and the heater going, but when we finished we still had to wipe the fog off the inside of the windows. I do so love steamy sex!

A bulldozer of the type rented to clear drifts to Loc. Z