A reward from my Master [D/s, sensory deprivation, f/f, mm/f, 'anonymous' sex], | 2016

This is a continuation of my previous stories. See my previous story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/42j6gs/the_story_of_how_i_stopped_being_a_married/

I'm just going to start with a quick summary of the past events in case you don't want to read any of my previous stories:

Ron and I had been seeing each other for a few months. He was my Master and I, his submissive. I recently re-entered the local BDSM scene after my husband and former Dom separated. Ron was an experienced Dom looking for a no-strings-attached relationship with an experienced submissive, and through a local BDSM we became friends and more. Ron already had a girlfriend who was into light BDSM, Jenna, but she wasn't as adventurous as I was and Ron had a desire to be a bit more rough. Jenna is beautiful and fun, and I understand why Ron doesn't want to give her up, but since I got to know them I came to understood why Ron was looking for something more with someone else.

Since the separation, I lived with my sister Karen, who was happy to have some company after her life took a turn for the worse (job loss, divorce). I gave her a job at my massage therapy clinic and she let me stay in her 2nd bedroom. It was a fair deal and we get along pretty well. The night I met Ron, she met a man named Trent when she accompanied me to a local munch (a munch is a kind of low-key get together for people in the BDSM lifestyle). Karen isn't really into the lifestyle, but I was nervous to go alone and she ended up going with me for support.

That's where my previous story ends.

For the last few months I've been seeing Ron, and Karen's relationship with Trent fizzled after a couple months. Trent wanted a more BDSM-centric relationship and Karen decided that wasn't for her. Ron and Trent were good friends, all the way back to high school. They did a lot together.

I had just paid off a major loan on my clinic and Ron wanted to celebrate. Though Ron video tapes all of our sessions, he never let me watch a video. “It's not for you” he would tell me. I never asked Jenna, who sometimes took part in our sessions, if he let her watch. I was curious of course but it was none of my business. He told me to celebrate the loan payoff he would let me keep a video of a future session with him. He gave me a date and time, and told me to email him a two word theme for a session. He told me he'd put a little twist on the theme (he is famous for his twists), and let me have a recording of the entire thing.

I sat down that night and thought about what I'd say. I came up with: sensory deprivation. I typed the email and hit send.

A week later he got back to me with the following email: “This Friday I want you to prepare a light dinner of your choosing at my house for 3 people. There should be a salad, soup, light entree and dessert. Wear a dark dress, acceptable attire for a formal dinner party, but sexy enough to arouse me. Load suitable music onto your iPhone.

Provide a tray of fruit, pre-cut and ready to eat.

The dinner should be ready at exactly 7:00PM. You may enter my house with your key anytime before then.”

I smiled, reading the email. Ron knew how much I liked cooking and serving and I was excited to cook for the three of us. I noted that he wanted the dinner to be light, so I chose a simple garden salad, wedding soup, crab cakes, and a chocolate mousse.

I knew the dress I'd wear as soon as I read the email. It was a longer dress, sheen and cut well.

I wanted everything to be perfect so I arrived at his house at 4:00PM and prepared dinner. At 6:15PM I took a shower and changed into my dress. At 6:45 I finished putting on my makeup and set the table for the three of us. The kitchen was immaculate, the food prepared. I put on some music, poured a glass of wine and giggled at the thought of what a the night would have in store.

A little before 7:00PM I heard Ron's car pull in. He came in the house alone. I rose to greet him, and watched his reaction carefully. I had to gauge whether he wanted me on my knees or if I was allowed to approach. When he saw me rise, he nodded which meant I was allowed to greet him on my feet. As I approached him he reached to give me a hug, and told me that I looked amazing. He kissed me on the forehead and took my hand. He asked me to show him dinner and any last minute preparation instructions. “I'll take care of that Sir?! Why would you need to know how to serve the food?” I asked. “Heather, just tell me. I'm taking care of it tonight.” He stated caringly but sternly. “Yes sir.” I sheepishly replied.

As I was explaining things, Jenna came into the house. She greeted us, and Ron gave her a deep but quick kiss. She looked sunning as always. I hadn't seen her for a while, and I was excited to spend the evening with her.

Jenna told Ron that she needed to freshen up. “Of course.” Ron replied. He continued “our final guest will arrive shortly.” “Final guest!?” I exclaimed, not remembering my place. “I didn't prepare enough food for four of us!” I was sad that I'd let down Ron. “Heather,” he said sternly “I won't tolerate another outburst. Knees. Now.” I looked down, ashamed, and knelt on the floor. “Will have plenty of food.” Ron said as he reached down and grabbed a chunk of my hair. “Come with me Heather,” he said almost under his breath as he tugged my hair lightly.

Ron lead me into the basement. He was patient as I descended the stairs on my knees. The basement was his dungeon (where he kept all of his BDSM equipment). My mind raced about who the 4th person would be, why we were heading to the basement before dinner….but I wasn't about to question him again. He ordered me onto his table (it was a cushioned table, a lot like a large massage table). I, of course, obliged. He tied my hands to the middle post at the top of the table in a pyramid shape.

At that point, I realized that I wouldn't be eating that night. He slowly walked over to his camera and flipped it on. He also turned up the lights. “Wouldn't want to skimp on the production qualities on your session Heather.” he said confidently. “No sir.” I replied.

He walked back over to me, slowly and deliberately. He slipped a pair goggles over my eyes. They had been taped over with black electrical tape so I couldn't see out of them. The were tight but comfortable. He put some noise canceling headphones on me and put nose plugs in my nose. Then...he just left me there.

After about 5 minutes I lost track of time. I couldn't hear, see or smell anything.

After what could have been 20 minutes, or 3 hours (it turned out to be one hour exactly), I felt a gentle hand on my back. It slid down my legs and gently lifted my dress up over my hips. Then there was nothing again. Next I felt a finger slide by my lips, I instinctively opened my mouth. Reaching up with my neck to suck Ron's finger. The anticipation was killing me. My mouth met the finger, which I licked. The skin tasted sweet and the fingernail was too long to belong Ron. It was Jenna.

She gently pushed my head back down to the table and spread my mouth with her fingers. Then I felt a wonderful, lonely drop of liquid into my mouth. When the drop hit my tongue it was like a lightning bolt of flavor. Sweet and citrus. Followed by a few more drops. I could tell it was an orange. It was from the fruit tray that I prepared. I smiled and felt my eyes water a little. Nobody could tell because I was blindfolded, but the feeling was intense.

Next, she slid a chunk of pineapple in my mouth. Allowing her finger to linger for me to taste her again. Again it tasted like the best fruit I'd ever eaten. Then there was nothing. No contact as I anticipated the hole she'd play with next.

Again, a few minutes passed until I felt a finger run up my chest and up my chin. I opened again, and as her finger slid into my mouth this time it was a little more of sweet and sour taste. I couldn't put my finger on it...until Jenna gently slid two fingers into my mouth. It was pussy. My sense of taste while hindered, didn't let me down.

She pulled away again. I felt her finger follow down to my pussy and rub my clit a little bit...and then she put a finger in. Just a single finger, but it felt amazing. I muttered “Jenna.” And she quickly pulled her finger out.

“No!” I said. Defeated. I tried to push my pussy towards where I thought her finger went, but I couldn't find it. It felt like there were 100 miles between me and anyone else. A minute later I felt Jenna run her hands down both of my arms as to let me know that she'd be there. I felt her knees brush my face as she climbed onto the table with her pussy above my face. She kept her touch as she adjusted herself into position. Finally, her hands ran down behind my knees and she pulled them up towards my face. Slowly and deliberately. I helped her with this of course. I was hoping that Master would have her lower herself onto my face. I wanted to taste her so bad and everything seemed so far away.

As she held my legs up I felt something soft slide down the hood of my clit and press into my pussy. I figured I was dripping wet, and my thoughts were confirmed when pussy devoured it in one single thrust. It took 5 more slow and deliberate thrusts to bring me to orgasm. I was shaking and, from watching the tape, talking incoherently. Jenna pulled back on my legs while I shook so I didn't lose the position...she knew what was happening.

When I became a little less frantic, Jenna lowered herself onto my mouth. I eagerly opened for her. As I gently explored her with my tongue I heard her let out a muffled laugh. It turned out the headphones didn't cancel her out nearly as much as it canceled out a man's voice. Part of me wondered what she was laughing at, while another part of me couldn't have cared less. Soon after, I felt the cock slide into me again. This time, however, it felt different that it had moments before. It was bigger this time.
As I thought about it, I decided that I was more used to this feeling and that it must be Ron. I immediately felt flush. Who had just fucked me!?

If I tried to ask that question, it didn't come out clearly on the video and nobody paid attention to anything I was saying. This time it took me about 2 minutes of being slowly and deliberately fucked by my Master to reach orgasm. The second I started shaking, Jenna let my legs go and everyone backed off of me. Again, I felt a 100 miles from anyone as I felt the waves of orgasm run though me.

A few minutes later I felt Jenna untie my hands. She helped me up off the table, only to turn me around and bend me over the side of the table again. My head was hanging off of the right side of the table, and my legs where touching the ground on the left side of the table. I felt her finger run up my pussy again...it glided very easily. I tried to push into her finger but the second I did it she pulled away. As I was pushing my ass out trying to find her finger I was surprised by a cock. It was the smaller of the two, this time I could tell, it wasn't Ron's. The cock started to fuck me gently, but faster than before.

As I started to enjoy this latest pleasure, I felt a cock brush my mouth. I knew to open, and I did so quickly. I was more facefucked than anything as it was all I could do to keep my neck up. It was hardly a position to give a blowjob from. The table was preventing my movement. This kept up for a few minutes, the fucking getting moderately harder, but I could tell whoever it was, was trying to make it last.

Periodically Ron would pull his cock out of my mouth and give me a break. This happened 4 times. I would learn later that he was fucking Jenna while my neck took a rest. On the fifth repetition of this, he pulled my hair up to accept his cock in my mouth and I obediently opened. He only thrusted his cock one time before he pushed it to the back of my mouth and came. I happened so quick he triggered my gag reflex and I lost some of it. I was able to swallow most of it, but I did waste some of it, which is a big no-no with Ron. I felt terrible but I wanted to finish the scene strong.

When he pulled out of my mouth, that was the last that I saw or felt him that night. As I reached out for people I could only find the person behind me. When I tried to touch them they slapped my hands away. After Ron came, the cock I was taking from behind started to reach a heavy pace. I knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up for long after that and I was right. As I neared a 3rd orgasm, I felt him push into me as hard as he could as he pulled me into him, and he stopped thrusting. I knew he was cumming and that's all it took to put me over the edge. I came with him still inside me and it felt wonderful. The entire night culminated in that moment and I just moaned with delight.

The person who was fucking me backed out gently as I kept a firm grip on the table to keep my balance. A few minutes later, I felt someone taking off my headphones. “Hey Heather, how was that?” whispered Jenna. I mumbled something incoherently as I tried to collect my thoughts. Next she took out the nose plugs and removed my goggles. As my eyes adjusted I saw her in front of me with her finger over her mouth as to say “shhh.” She gently whispered “stand when your ready.” A few moments later I felt aware enough to be able to stand without falling.

I let my dress fall back into place and tried to straighten up as best as I could without a mirror. Jenna walked me upstairs, handed me my keys and walked me to the porch. As she opened the door I saw that Ron's car was gone, the only car left was Jenna's. In my haze I tried to ask “Who wa...” and Jenna just put her finger over my mouth. She pushed hard enough to get me to stop talking, and then came in and gave me a deep, loving kiss. She'd never done that before and it felt wonderful. I was on cloud nine as she finished the kiss. She whispered in my ear “you did wonderfully tonight.” With that, she walked back into the house and shut the door.

I stood there in silence for a few minutes contemplating what had just happened. I had a wonderful night, and everything was well within my limits (which Ron and I had discussed a number of times in the past). The anonymous sex was amazing as I knew it had been arranged by Ron and Jenna. I had total faith that anyone they would let into their group would have been a known safe person and tested for any STDs and the like. The sensory deprivation was incredible and, well, I just enjoyed everything. I drove home and reflected on the evening and I couldn't think of anything about it that I would change.

The next day at work I got a Dropbox link to a recording of the session. Ron knew I'd have clients that day and wouldn't be able to download and watch it until that night. The day passed so slowly as I couldn't wait to watch the session. Finally, at about 10PM that night the download finished and I was able to watch. Like I said the first hour was just me tied to the table...but then I saw Jenna enter the scene and warm me up. I saw her climb onto the table, pull my legs back, giggle a bit, and watched Trent enter me and bring me to orgasm.

“Trent!” I exclaimed and then covered my mouth as quickly as I could. I prayed that Karen didn't hear that. I laughed quietly to myself as I flung myself onto my bed. I had a few people in mind that Ron could have recruited for the scene, but I never figured it would be Trent! I mean, we didn't get along very much. He was always quick to put me down or shut me out when we would hang out with our group of friends. Beyond that, from what I heard from friends in our circle, he's been bad-mouthing me to our friends saying that I pushed Karen away from him. This fact, which I deny, is a little more true that I'd ever let on. I just don't think they are good for each other given his personality combined with things that happened in her past.

I shook my head and sent a text to Ron: “Thanks for the video :) I hope this isn't something you think Karen needs to know about.” I had to let him know in a very submissive way that I'd be against this getting back to Karen. She was happily dating someone else, and she ended the relationship...but still I felt weird about the whole thing. He responded: “Not at all" and I breathed a sigh of relief.

To this day Karen doesn't know and with any luck that's nothing I'll ever need to tell her.