Ritual of the Red Chair

It's a beautiful chair. All gleaming and evocative and wicked looking; an object of desire, more than just a piece of furniture.I shouldn't have bought it. Yet when I saw the chair, I saw Simon in it. I could just imagine him lounging against the leather, enthroned like a sex god and ready to dispense retribution, just like one of those vintage disciplinary gentlemen in the Blue Book. Simon and Suzanne have been exploring their wicked fantasies of dominance and discipline after finding a book of vintage BDSM photos.When they see a red chair at an antique shop that would make a perfect prop for their sexy scenarios, Suzanne can't resist splurging on it—givin…