The leadup to that Friday night was... interesting... to say the least.
I was told that I would be forever changed and that I was ready for some next-level BDSM play. I was assured that when the night was over, I would experience new things and be ready for more elite play. I interpreted elite to mean not only the intensity of the play but the players themselves.
On more than one occasion, Deviant offered and then declined to tell me what I was facing. In part because I know that he, too, was excited, but in part - I have zero doubt - to fuck with my head. He's good at that, if you haven't noticed, and had me wondering, pondering, even fantasizing about what I would go through during our session.
I arrived a few minutes early. After greetings and hugs I spent some time chatting with his wife before he joined us in the kitchen. We continued talking for a short while longer and then it was time for us to begin. I made my way up to the play room and lit the candles. There was music already playing... but not in the play room. I found that a bit strange - we usually play music from an iPod docked in the room with us - but it wasn't totally foreign. Aside from the initial consideration, I didn't give it another thought until I saw the iPod on the bondage table.
Sensory deprivation was on the menu. I didn't need any more confirmation than that.
