Afraid of the dark

I stayed in a hotel in the deep Hampshire countryside last month: a lovely little rural pub converted into a very chic little restaurant-with-rooms. Everything was quite perfect – until a power cut at three in the morning, which caused something electronic to splutter a dying bleep, waking me with a start.

It was *dark*. Not your normal dark – dark backlit by the faint glow of city lights, of street lamps, of distant passing cars – but properly, I’m-in-the-middle-of-nowhere dark.

As I lay on the bed, unable to get back to sleep, I whiled away some of the time imagining a kinky variant of this pitch black world. The prison cells lined a narrow corridor, deep in some dank stone dungeon. No natural light here, just the flicker of the torches flaming on the walls. And before the guards departed for the evening, even those would be extinguished, leaving the women – the king’s captured enemies? – engulfed by the absolute darkness until morning.

Except, some nights, their captors would return in the middle of the night. The prisoners would wake at the sound of the dungeon door being unbolted, at the stomp of approaching boots. Each girl would be praying: don’t let it be my turn. The guards, carrying candles, would stop outside the designated cell; would open it; would enter and step through the crowd of occupants to unlock the chains of the girl who was to be taken and whipped.

5 thoughts on “Afraid of the dark

  • 22 April, 2008 at 4:44 pm
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    Were there stars?

    Love the blog, not only does it make me horny, it makes me smile.

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  • 22 April, 2008 at 8:00 pm
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    Now you know why those of us who live in secluded rurality are so committed to our kinks. What else is there? I don’t even have the intrusion of electronics to keep me awake. Nowt but pheasants and rabbits here. Along with buxom barmaids, delightful dairymaids, and heavenly housemaids. OK. So maybe not so many of the last; one can but hope. But I do have plenty of crop-cracking neighbours and demotic squires. We country folk do have our little traditions to uphold.

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  • 22 April, 2008 at 8:12 pm
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    I know what you mean about the light, it’s SO dark at home after the constant all night orange safty light they have at school to make sure that none of us try and escape.

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  • 23 April, 2008 at 4:16 pm
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    Charity – thanks for the comment. Stars enough to phone home about :-)

    Mike – want me to send Haron to serve as a Housemaid for a while? Seems as shame that your rural idyll isn’t quite perfect…

    Evie: are you sure you’ve not been sent to a reformatory by mistake?

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  • 23 April, 2008 at 6:16 pm
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    Abel, I often ask my self the very same question!

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