29th February 2012
A few weeks back I took Sir to see one of London’s historical buildings; The Monument To The Great Fire Of London. The Monument (as it is more commonly known) was designed by Sir Christopher Wren and took 6 years to construct. It is the tallest isolated stone tower in the world and was built on the site of St Margaret’s Church, Fish Street which was the first church to be destroyed in the Great Fire of London. The column is 202 ft high which corresponds directly to the fact the Monument stands exactly 202ft from where the Great Fire Of London started in Pudding Lane.
Inside there are 311 steps which take you to the top and the cages viewing platform. If you ever get the opportunity to make the trip I recommend it as once you get to the top there is the most amazing view of London, especially down the Thames towards Tower Bridge and the Tower Of London.
We made the trip with the intention of taking some photographs for the Scavenger Hunt but when we got to the top we discovered that the whole viewing platform, all 360 degrees of it, was monitored by CCTV and on top of this my new-found and rather distressing fear of heights was on full alert. However on the trip down we realised that there was a perfect opportunity for some Scavenger hunting in the stone inlets that dotted the column.
The place was amazingly quiet. You would not know you are in the heart of central London, the thick stone walls insulate you from the sounds of the city outside and the lighting gives the whole place a rather spooky feel. The place was deserted and within moments my mind was imagining him taking me here, like this, with my trousers forced down over my thighs and my face pressed up against the cold stone. His gloved hand smothering my cries as he fucks me, brutally using me for his own pleasure without a care for me. I am trapped here with him, there is no escape, there is only this, him, me and my demise.
It is amazing what the mind can do, in the quiet eerie spiral staircase with the freezing cold air nipping at my skin I could feel my heart racing slightly and the blood coursing round my system as I let me fantasy play out in my mind’s eye. When he told me to sit on the stone ledge I didn’t even hesitate although the piercing cold did make me gasp but still I was lost in my imagination. However the sound of approaching footsteps on the stairwell below quickly bought me back to reality and by the time they rounded the corner and found us I was sitting smiling sweetly up at the camera with my trousers firmly but damply back in place.
Ps… This is my contribution to the ‘Historical Buildings’ part of the Scavenger Hunt. Click the icons below to see who else is joining in with the Scavenger Hunt and of course the wonderful Wanton Wednesday