BREXIT yes or no, Tim returns

 

 

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

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

 

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

 

A Red Kite the National bird of Wales

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Morning Wood’s problem, and a shoe room tryst

The single rod contraceptive implant good for 3 years

The Photo: The Nexplanon 4 cm long single rod progestin only subdermal implant that slowly releases etonogestrel.

Morning Wood and morning sickness: The 19 y/o student, ‘Miss Nexplanon’, who is fucking her way into one of Marvin’s Cambridge Psychology classes and as a consequence is draining his seed from her tight, deep pussy tested positive for hCG. She hadn’t been able to keep breakfast down for the past several days so she peed on a stick and found she is pregnant. That’s not supposed to happen for women on Nexplanon which is statistically about 99% effective and she is freaking out and wants to get rid of it as does Marvin. She was on diet pills and St John’s Wort for depression which probably reduced the progestin’s effectiveness.

Chris, my male Gyn who works at the Barony’s London women’s clinic, is giving her a vacuum aspiration this evening (Saturday, after office hours) and Marvin accompanied her. They plan to spend the night at Blackthorn House in Belgravia before returning to Cambridge Sunday as though they had gone to London for the shows. I suppose she is lucky since there is a good possibility that a pregnancy while on a progestin only contraceptive could end up as ectopic and result in the possible loss of one of her tubes. She is having a frameless copper bead GyneFix IUD inserted at the same time so she and Marvin can continue their affair. That’s fine with me as it will keep him pumping seed into a known vagina for the academic year while he is teaching at Cambridge.

Snow: On Thursday 1/14 we had our first snow. It was forecast for Llanidloes which is about 550 feet above sea level with temps in the mid 20s (F).   Blackthorn castle is at 1,600 feet and our temp was in the high teens (F) and we had about 4 inches of snow. It was my first time here in the snow and the castle looks marvelous all trimmed in white.

A shoe room tryst: As I mentioned in my entry for January 1^st, Tim has an erotic fascination about pointe shoes and the women who wear them. When I showed him my shoe room with its bins of new Freed and Gaynor Minden pointes he was very interested, but he fell in love with the racks of damp smelly ones drying after being worn. They are infused with the unique bouquet of stimulating scents immediately recognized by all women ballet dancers; estrogenic sweat soaked leather and paste and anti-bacteria spray from drying Freed and Gaynor pointes, lineament, antiperspirant and perfume that I wear on a daily basis. And from the soiled costume hamper occasionally the malodorous aroma of a pantie and plug set that was worn while fertile. The shoe room has a barre and mirror so I can try on a pair and see how they feel to see if they are right for what I will be doing a technique class, rehearsal or a performance and what role I’ll be dancing. Every woman who was ever fitted for pointe shoes knows there can be a different look and feel between pairs of seemingly identical pointes. 

Tim loves the intimacy of watching me prepare my toes, taping them and pulling on toe pads then forcing my padded and taped toes intro the toe-boxes of the shoes and pulling the backs up over my heels then walking around en pointe with the ribbons untied to see how they feel and set my toes in the blocks. If everything feels right then I’ll wrap the ribbons around my ankles and tie my feet into the pair of pointes before stretching for a few minutes at the barre. I was CD 7 and follicular and needed the protection of a cervical barrier.

Ordinarily I would insert a cervical barrier before dressing in practice clothes however I wanted him actively involved in the fantasy of helping a ballet dancer protect herself before an unanticipated encounter so after that I let him apply DiveGel+ in the dome of a Caya pull down my tights, slip the thong of my leo to one side and parting my labia expertly inserted it slipping the rim under and behind my cervix before pushing the relief arch up behind my pubic bone. I checked after him to feel my cervix through the silicone membrane of the cup just to be sure. It was positioned perfectly and I was ready to rock and roll!  With my vulva still exposed and my tights at mid thigh I took his hand and guided him over to the barre, stepped up on to pointe a la seconde, grabbed the barre with both hands and bent over inviting him to enter me from behind.

He is tall and marvelously well hung so even en pointe a la seconde he lifted me several inches off my platforms which is why I increased the padding as I wore bespoke Freeds from the Crown maker with 3/8^th inch thick three-quartered leather shanks for our ballet-sex encounter rather than Gaynors since I was going to give the shoes to Tim as a souvenir of our time together when he left to return to duty.  The leather shanks flex not break when the wearer is thrust-dropped on the platforms during ballet-sex. Even so there is no internal platform padding so wearing Freeds for ballet-sex is for the masochist not the faint-of-heart.

Taking a man inside me when I’m en pointe is almost always a marvelous experience for me especially if he is well endowed and Tim is near my upper limit in that category.  All my muscles from the tips of my toes to my abdominals are clenched when I’m on my toes so I have to be very well lubricated and then the initial penetration as his glans pushes between my labia and under my pubic bone is absolutely thrilling feeling the warmth and size of him filling me as he pushes deeper thrusting into the depths of my posterior fornix pushing against the nylon spring rim of the Caya.  His strong hands holding my hips as he thrust and withdrew and thrust and withdrew! All that length and girth, his new set of bacteria and when he came he filled me with the hot, thick, creamy strands of bioadhesive semen coating the convex side of my Caya   It is so marvelous having Tim thrusting inside me! He loves the lightly textured matte surface of the Caya dome which acts as a stimulator and gets him off quicker than if I was wearing a Milex that has a glass smooth finish to its dome.

The Dragon to Cardiff: I’m taking Tim to the airport at Cardiff this coming Monday, Jan 18^th. The Dragon, my private cars, will be connected to the 7:31 AM from Caersws for the three hour trip to Cardiff arriving at 10:39 AM.  We will be having sex and a late breakfast aboard and then more sex.  He will be boarding a military aircraft bound for some location that he can’t talk about. In Cardiff he is taking me for an early dinner to Gateway of India since we both like Indian food and he says the restaurant is excellent. Then I’ll go with him to the airport to see him aboard his plane then take a taxi back to Cardiff Central to board The Dragon for Caersws and home. The return trip will take 9 ¼ hours! I’ll certainly have time to become reacquainted with my vibi after an amazing two weeks with Tim! Sigh…!

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