I walk further into the room, and he follows me. I turn, and he's regarding me intently as I knew he would be, his expression completely unreadable. I know it's anything but, this is Christian's version of soft and romantic. Weirdly, all the wood, dark walls, moody lighting, and oxblood leather makes the room kind of soft and romantic. There are karabiners all over the ceiling at odd intervals. 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. just a mattress covered in red leather and red satin cushions piled at one end.Īt 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. Under the canopy, I can see more gleaming chains and cuffs. It's bigger than king-size, an ornately carved rococo four-poster with a flat top. There's a stout six-foot-long table in the opposite corner - polished wood with intricately carved legs - and two matching stools underneath.īut what dominates the room is a bed. 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. I wonder briefly what the drawers actually do hold. From them swing a startling assortment of paddles, whips, riding crops, and funny-looking feathery implements.īeside the door stands a substantial mahogany chest of drawers, each drawer slim as if designed to contain specimens in a crusty old museum. By the door, two long, polished, ornately carved poles, like spindles from a banister but longer, hang like curtain rods across the wall.

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. It's made of high-polished mahogany, and there are restraining cuffs on each corner. There is a large wooden cross like an X fastened to the wall facing the door.

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.

In fact, I can't see the source, but it's around the cornice in the room, emitting an ambient glow. It's very pleasant, and the lighting is soft, subtle. The first thing I notice is the smell leather, wood, polish with a faint citrus scent.

50 shades of grey contract