It was 3am in January, the year 1971. A biting North wind blew without fear or favour along Princes Street, the shops stood dark and shuttered, concealed within the darkness a cloaked and shapeless form stood waiting. This was the third night that he had watched for her finishing work and knew that she would be perfect for him, perfect to serve as his Princess, but he needed to establish her routine.
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Sitting in the dimly lit bar finishing my drink alone I once again turned to look at the man I had been staring at off and on the entire evening. I was unable to put to mind what made him look so exquisite, but the pale skin and deep, almost glowing, penetrating green eyes sent shivers of carnal desire racing up and down my spine. I was unable to tell if it was the darkness that made his face so radiant but I had become so drawn to this stranger whose face was shadowed by the broad-brimmed hat that he wore.
Not for the first time this evening he seemed to be looking straight back at me, almost as though he were trying to come to a decision, and as he looked again now I felt my face glow as I tried to hide a blush with my hand. Turning back to his table he doffed his hat and throwing a broad smile at me turned on his heel and left the bar. For some reason I felt desperately sad at his leaving.
Taking one last sip of my drink that had suddenly become tasteless I decided to call it a night. Moving to leave the bar I shrugged into my coat and found myself wondering why I had not spoken to this beautiful man with whom I had engaged myself for the last three hours. I had not really been listening to my friend with whom I arrived and had been sitting with for most of the evening. That was probably why she had made her excuses and left some twenty minutes earlier, I had been a very boring companion this night.
I began the short walk to the apartment where I lived alone. Entering the dark alley that was the shortcut I used most evenings, I felt a strange sense of foreboding but carried on into the almost stygian darkness although not without trepidation. I felt a little as though someone or something watched me; this did un-nerve me a little but was not un-natural in a big city.
Ahead of me the moon came out from behind a cloud and two darkly clad figures eased out of the blackness in front of me, the moonlight glinting on the knives they carried. I stood rooted to the spot in fear for my life, behind me I heard a dull thud, I was surrounded, there was nowhere to run.
With my heart pounding I became enveloped in what seemed like a black material and I seemed to be floating, or more accurately to be moving upwards. I tried to struggle but a deep, commanding yet calming voice came to me saying: "Be still my little one for our journey is long and arduous, it is my wish for you to be at ease." Although still very afraid, the voice that I seemed to hear only in my head was bewitching. As I could barely move anyway with these powerful arms around me, holding me close, I decided to wait until reaching my destination before making any attempt to escape.
I made myself as comfortable as possible considering the situation and in doing so became aware of the warmth of my captor. His aroma was like nothing I had ever previously encountered, it was captivating and I felt my head beginning to spin with each breath that I took.
After what seemed like a couple of hours, a small gap appeared in the material enveloping me. I tried to make the most of this opportunity that had presented itself and looking upwards saw the night sky very clearly, a myriad stars with seemingly no light pollution. However, looking down it was very different, I gasped loudly, "this cannot be," but before my eyes and far below me I could make out fields and hills unrolling. It was true, we were flying, but how, I heard no airplane engine and besides
we were not in a plane, and yet, we were flying, apparently unaided. The strangest thing was that it held no fear for me.
Ahead I saw a fairytale castle coming into view with great turrets at the corners, reminding me of the childhood stories of Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella. This one however was somewhat different; it was very dark which gave it a forbidding aura.
The gap in my dark cloth prison disappeared as quickly as it emerged and once again I was in complete darkness. The arms that held me had tightened a little and I had the feeling that we were descending.
Suddenly movement came to an abrupt halt, my feet jarring as they hit the floor. I was back on terra firma. This was my chance to escape, I tried to break free from the encircling arms but they held me too tightly. Stupidly, perhaps in a moment of blind panic, I thought that it had been a long time since a man had held me this tightly in his arms. Still I struggled and cried out loudly when that deep and so erotic voice said, "I had hoped that our journey together might have quietened your spirit a little but I see that this is not so. I would try to stamp this out here and now by giving you the spanking of your life but I have other and more urgent business to attend to. You will be left alone in this room until I return.
With that I felt myself picked up bodily and pitched through the air to land on what felt as though it might be a bed, I had time to fleetingly think of his amazing strength and the cloth prison that was now gone. I turned to look at the face of my captor but all I saw was his back as he swept through a door that closed silently behind him, taking what little light there was with him.
I passed a part of the time wandering around this room trying to find a means of escape, but after a long time, some of which had been spent on my hands and knees on the cold stone floor, I had made the following deductions. Firstly, that there was no exit save through the door by which I had entered, it being securely fastened and there were no windows. The second discovery was that with the exception of the bed, there were no other items of furniture in the room; this solitary room had indeed become my prison cell.
The bed became another mystery to me, appearing to be covered with the most surprising of luxurious materials. The sheets were of the finest silk and the bedspread gorgeous velvet. If this room was another prison, why was the bed so lavish in such a cold and apparently bare room? An enigma I decided and left it at that.
I felt so frustrated and humiliated sitting on this glorious bed that tears began to flow quite unbidden, however, pulling myself together I started thinking clearly and logically. If I were to be kept here as a prisoner I would need to rest and regain my strength. The past few hours had been emotional and trying, I did feel rather tired.
Looking at my watch I discovered that it was nearly three in the morning but decided that although feeling tired I would not give into it, I would keep myself aware of what was going on.
Unfortunately no sooner had I settled into the luxury of this magnificent bedding, than exhaustion took over causing me to enter a deep sleep.
