Fifty Shades Of August

chapter eight

(bold and italic description of the playroom comes straight from the fifty shades of grey book to give you a better visualization of the room.)

The first thing I notice is the smell; leather, wood, polish with a faint citrus scent. It's very pleasant, and the lighting is soft, subtle. In fact, I can't see the source, but it's around the cornice in the room, emitting an ambient glow. The walls and ceiling are a deep, dark bur-gundy, giving a womb-like effect to the spacious room, and the floor is old, old varnished wood. There is a large wooden cross like an X fastened to the wall facing the door. It's made of high-polished mahogany, and there are restraining cuffs on each corner. Above it is an expansive iron grid suspended from the ceiling, eight-foot square at least, and from it hang all manner of ropes, chains, and glinting shackles. By the door, two long, polished, ornately carved poles, like spindles from a banister but longer, hang like curtain rods across the wall. From them swing a startling assortment of paddles, whips, riding crops, and funny-looking feathery implements.

Beside the door stands a substantial mahogany chest of drawers, each drawer slim as if designed to contain specimens in a crusty old museum. I wonder briefly what the drawers actually do hold. Do I want to know In the far corner is an oxblood leather padded bench, and fixed to the wall beside it is a wooden, polished rack that looks like a pool or billiard cue holder, but on closer inspection, it holds canes of varying lengths and widths. There's a stout six-foot-long table in the opposite corner - polished wood with intricately carved legs - and two matching stools underneath.

But what dominates the room is a bed. It's bigger than king-size, an ornately carved rococo four-poster with a flat top. It looks late nineteenth century. Under the canopy, I can see more gleaming chains and cuffs. There is no bedding... just a mattress covered in red leather and red satin cushions piled at one end.

At the foot of the bed, set apart a few feet, is a large oxblood chesterfield couch, just stuck in the middle of the room facing the bed. An odd arrangement... to have a couch facing the bed, and I smile to myself - I've picked on the couch as odd, when really it's the most mundane piece of furniture in the room. There are karabiners all over the ceiling at odd intervals. I vaguely wonder what they're for. Weirdly, all the wood, dark walls, moody lighting, and oxblood leather makes the room kind of soft and romantic... (I do not own copyright to this part)

Still lost for words I heard Mr.August loud voice telling me to with that breaking me out of my long stare at the room. I looked at him, at the room then back at him. I opened my mouth but I couldn't find the right words to say, truth is I couldn't find any words to say. He shook his head with a disappointed look. He started to close the door but I placed my hand on his arm causing him to flinch. I quickly removed my hand. "I want to go inside" I said in a hush tone.

He looked surprised yet pleased. He pushed the door open allowing me to step in, he followed close behind as I stepped down from the platform stage  that was in front of the door and walked around taking a better look at everything. I stumbled upon something that I wasn't quite familiar with.

"That's a flogger." I turned around and faced Mr.August as he stood leaning against the bed pole with his arms folded across his chest. With out realizing it I found my self in a daze studying his body and fantasizing about all the things he possibly does to people in here. I even put myself in here thinking about what he could do to me with this here flogger.

  "Alright enough looking, being in here with you makes me want to do things. I'm sure Justine made us dinner. Let's go." Before I could say anything he pulled me out of the room and locked it. I was a little bummed out by the fact he cut my short from my day dreaming but it's whatever I guess. I don't think I'd ever get the chance to play with him in his play room.