Yvonne, over a couple of years, had found many sex sites where she could lust over the wonderful photos and videos that turned her on so much.
Being careful in the utmost not to risk being found out by her husband, she rarely made any input in the way of messages to these sites, and although she initially displayed her photo as an avatar, she soon saw the hazards associated, and removed it in a matter of weeks.
She had very intentionally sought out these pornographic sites, but then, quite by accident, she had stumbled upon a new site that absolutely astounded her - it was dedicated to those kinky people who enjoyed what was generally referred to as 'sado-masochism.
Looking over the many photos that were displayed on the site, Yvonne's eyes were really opened to this bizarre form of sex.
Yvonne found herself absolutely fascinated by everything about that site - the amazing photos, the incredibly cruel and bizarre stories, and most of all, the personal messages that people posted.
She was astounded by the gratuitous cruelties that some men offered in their various personal postings, but the even more astounding thing that she found, was the fact that she was so sexually stimulated by it all.
Each day, as soon as her husband was safely out of the way and the children were off to school, Yvonne would eagerly log onto the computer and go straight to this newly discovered site. She would sit reading all of the new postings for the day, and she would imagine fantastic situations in which she was involved.
Many times Yvonne became so very excited that she actually wrote outlandish replies to some of the men's postings, but she never ever sent them on. She would excite herself with her pretence of answering, but then would quickly erase all of her wild writing.
One particular day, because her cycle had reached ovulation, she was so deliriously worked up that she had to go and fetch her favourite shampoo bottle and work it deliciously into her pussy, as she sat reading the latest bunch of messages.
She was busily reading the ramblings in one particularly exciting posting - a man looking for "a dirty, perverted slut who knows her place in the gutter. A cunt who I can beat and torture to extremes. A slut with few limits who is prepared to totally submit to my sadistic perversions."
"Oh my God," Yvonne marvelled, feeling a surge of lust, and working the bottle right up into her pussy.
She read over and over that posting, getting more and more worked up and savouring every word of it.
She decided to play her self teasing little game of pretending to answer. She typed out a reply, but then, as she always did, she simply hit the delete button.
More and more worked up and lustful Yvonne became. Her mind began to think thoughts that she'd never before considered.
Looking at the man's profile should have warned her to take her game no further; it turned out that he was located not that far from where Yvonne lived, and what she was considering went against her every precaution she'd ever taken in her scrupulous efforts to remain anonymous.
Finally, with hands physically trembling with excitement, she began to type her message. She simply told the truth that she was happily married with a family. She informed the guy that she'd never done anything in this way, but that she was so incredibly excited with what he had written.
Her mind was in a whirl, her lust was surging to deliciously unbearable levels, she very deliberately pressed the send button and then fell to masturbating with her bottle, bringing herself on to the delightful orgasm that had been hovering so close.
The guy who had posted, being in the same time zone, happened to be on line and received the message immediately. He was used to the occasional reply from sluts who just wanted to tease but had no intention of doing anything. This message was different though, it mystified him. Usually the teasing ones went into great detail about how they would submit to his sadistic cruelties, but this one said none of that, it actually sounded genuine, and as such, it hugely aroused him.
He quickly typed a reply, addressing Yvonne as "you dirty slut", and asking for more detail on what she meant.
A number of messages ensued, and the guy realised that here was a slut who really was genuine, although it seemed so very naive.
Once Yvonne had started on this course, she found that she couldn't resist pursuing it. She eagerly responded to every message that the guy sent to her.
It was only a matter of days before the arrangement was made to meet at an outdoor cafe in town.
Yvonne, reaching the cafe, draped the pink scarf about her neck as the signal that they'd arranged. She nervously glanced about. It was only relatively early in the morning, and there were only a couple of single men sitting at separate tables. Neither of the men seemed to take much notice of her. She ordered coffee.
The coffee came, and then, once the waitress had moved off, one of the men pushed back his chair, and picking up the book of maps that Yvonne had noticed him studying, he moved the few paces to her side. "Excuse me," he said politely, "you might be able to help me with this map of the town."
Momentarily, Yvonne had thrilled at the guy's approach, but she now realised that he was just a tourist needing information.
He stood close beside her leaning over as he put the folder of maps on the table in front of her. "I'm sure you'll know how I can get here," he said as he opened the book at the place his thumb had kept marked.
Yvonne gave a half a gasp and felt her face flush hot. At the page the guy had opened, lay a fabulous photo of a naked girl, tied and hanging half upside down, her breasts bound tightly so that they formed two reddish-purple swollen orbs, and she was at the same time being fucked mouth and pussy by two guys.
Yvonne quickly closed the book in case the waitress or one of the other customers should happen to see. She went to speak but only a whisper came. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Oh yes, I know the place," she said, her heart pounding and hoping that no one noticed how flushed she no doubt appeared.
"I was sure you would know," the guy said, picking up the maps. "You wouldn't happen to be heading that way now?" he asked with a smile.
Yvonne's heart was racing as they left the cafe together.
He was older than Yvonne - she recalled that his profile had listed him as forty seven, while she was just turned twenty one.
"My God," the guy whispered as he slipped his arm about her waist, "I wasn't expecting anyone so young and lovely."
"How much time do you have?" he continued, "we could go to your place, or book a hotel room, or we could be at my place in half an hour."
Yvonne knew this was so wrong, she nevertheless whispered in reply, "I have all day, so long as I'm back by four."
"Shall we drive to my place then," the guy suggested, obviously tremendously excited. He paused for a second, then added, "that would be the best thing, I've all of the equipment we need."
The guy turned the key in the lock and they entered his house, "by the way," he said, "my name's Harry."
Yvonne thought of how perverted and crude this was, he was going to fuck her and goodness knows what else, and she hadn't even known his name."
Inside the house, Harry pulled Yvonne close and kissed her softly and lingeringly on her lips.
Yvonne had to stand on tip toes to reach up to him, she was just five foot two, while he was almost six feet. Her lips parted and she closed her eyes as their lips lovingly enjoyed each other.
As the pair kissed Harry let his hand slide down onto her backside.
Yvonne kissed even more passionately. She was ready to totally give herself to this man.
Harry pulled her tightly against his body and pressed his hard cock against her. She felt the cock press against her and she slightly changed her position so as to have a leg either side of Harry's and to press her pussy onto his thigh.
"Oh God, you're so sexy, you little minx," Harry sighed. His hands fumbling at her dress and beginning to remove it
"Oh fuck, you're superb," Harry lecherously gloated as he looked at Yvonne's naked body. She was so young, so lovely, so perfect in every way. "Oh fuck," he continued with great enthusiasm, "I'm going to love abusing and hurting you."
They began to fuck, then Harry pulled out and put his face down between Yvonne's spread thighs and began to lick and lap at her so very wet and slippery pussy.
Harry was absolutely thrilled when Yvonne wriggled right around so that they were in the sixty nine position and she began to suck lovingly on his raging cock.
"Ooo, fucking yes," Harry moaned, "you are the perfect girl."
They fucked and sucked and felt and fondled, on and on and on. Harry discovered that Yvonne loved to experiment with all sorts of angles and positions, and so he didn't disappoint her, and added his own variations to their fucking and sucking.
They fucked and fucked, and sucked and licked, they touched and played with each others bodies, deliriously lustful in their mutual greed for carnal pleasure.
The more sexually aroused Harry became, the more degradingly crude his talk became, calling Yvonne a whore, a cunt, a slut, a harlot, a bitch, and many other degrading names.
"You know that I'm really going to punish you for being such a filthy, immoral, little whore," he told her, savouring each degrading, belittling word that he addressed to her.
Yvonne was busily licking and sucking on Harry's testicles, and so she merely gave a giggle at Harry's words as her tongue lapped up and down his large pair of balls that hung between his thighs.
Harry knew that this was the start of what they both wanted. "I'm going to give you a really brutal fucking thrashing you dirty, fucking, whore-cunt," he gloated sadistically, and he now began to pull Yvonne so as to be laying across his knees.
He raised his hand and brought it down sharply with a stinging slap right onto one cheek of Yvonne's bum.
"Yoooow," Yvonne squealed as the stinging pain hurt her.
"I'll teach you for being such a filthy slut behind your husband's back," Harry said, feeling the sadistic side of his nature surging into action.
Again his hand struck her sharply on her ass. Again she cried out in pain and wriggled about on Harry's knees.
This was what Yvonne had wanted, it hurt her so much but she found that she was incredibly excited by the perversion of this new game.
"You're a fucking whore aren't you?" Harry demanded to know, a cruel tone now creeping into his voice.
Yvonne was panting a little, and she gasped out a soft reply of "yes," eager to play along with this new ignominy to which she was being subjected.
Harry was thrilled to know that Yvonne was a willing partner in this fabulous act of decadence. He'd noted that whatever he'd said to her hadn't disturbed her in any way, in fact she seemed to like it.
"Fucking whore." SLAP "Filthy, fucking bitch." SLAP "Dirty, little trollop." SLAP
These vicious slaps on Yvonne's buttocks were as hard as Harry could make them
"Oooow ... Yowwwww ... Fuck ... No ... No ... Ouuuuuuuch ... Stop..." Yvonne squealed and yelled as she kicked her legs and turned and twisted but really never tried to free herself from Harry's grasp.
"Oh God," (pant, pant) "Fuck," (pant, pant) "Oooo, gosh, Harry," she gasped out between panting breaths after Harry had ceased his onslaught on her now quite red bottom.
"You love this don't you, you filthy little bitch?" Harry said with a grin.
"Wow, I'm not used to it though," Yvonne said as she ruefully rubbed her still stinging bottom.
"You've never done this before?" he asked her, grinning even more.
"No, I've never had anything like this," Yvonne replied, now grinning as well.
"You like it though?" Harry suggested questioningly.
"Well... ," Yvonne replied teasingly, "yes I do ... I mean it hurts and it's hard to take, but... ," and she left the 'but' to be interpreted by Harry in whatever way he would.
Harry's only desire was to hurt Yvonne - to really hurt her badly. He ran his hand through her lovely, soft, silky hair, then, sliding his splayed fingers through it, he formed a fist, grasping her hair enough to pull on her scalp.
Yvonne looked up at him, her face screwed up and showing the pain that Harry was causing. She gave a little whimper. "Suck my cock bitch," he snapped. Yvonne, on being released from his grasp, immediately took his fabulous hard cock and began sucking lovingly.
Harry looked down at her with his cock disappearing between those lovely sensuous lips. His own lips curled in a cruel sneer. He took a fresh hold of Yvonne's hair and once more screwed it around until she was tipping her head back in an effort to ease the hurt of her hair being pulled, her face contorted with pain. Her beautiful dark eyes were looking pleadingly, and this served to increase Harry's desire to hurt her.
Harry's cock had slid from Yvonne's mouth now, and it wavered before her face, large and rigid and heavy. With his free hand, Harry took hold of his cock and began to strike Yvonne's face with it, then, having done this a number of times, he brought his face within inches of Yvonne's and said in a contemptuous tone, "you love this don't you bitch."
Yvonne thought to nod her head but found that with her hair being screwed up in Harry's fist, she couldn't move. Tears had welled up in her eyes which made them glisten and appear even more beautiful. She was whimpering with the pain but unhesitatingly replied with a softly spoken "yes" in answer to Harry's question.
Harry immediately relaxed his grip, grinning triumphantly. "Get across my knee again you fucking dirty little piece of shit," he snapped.
There was no hesitation on Yvonne's part. She quickly began to crawl around in order to lay across Harry's knees. Harry was thrilled to find that she was a willing partner in pursuing this new game, and so eager for it, and so ready to take his verbal abuse as well as physical.
Harry raised his hand, then brought it down hard on the gorgeous, soft, white flesh of Yvonne's ass. He put great effort into the blow, making it hard and sharp and stinging. It had the desired effect of eliciting a nice, gasping cry of pain.
Again, now on the other cheek, and again a delightful cry of genuine pain with an accompanying waving about of Yvonne's legs as she lay prostrate across his knees.
Whack. "Owwwwww," followed by lovely gasping and soft whimpering sounds had Harry's cock so hard as it shoved upwards onto Yvonne's belly as she lay across him.
Whack, whack, whack. "Aarrrrrhh," Yvonne gasped and cried out as she wriggled about in her submissive position, sobbing in anguished, gasping tones that so delightfully showed her suffering, and yet she made no effort to move and save herself from further blows.
Harry spaced out his spiteful blows, he hit her again and again and again, on and on and on, continuing to strike Yvonne, her every troubled gasp, her anguished cries, her tearful sobs all being so wonderfully stimulating to Harry's perverted mind. With every blow, Yvonne was called a bitch, a cunt, a whore, a disgusting fucking slut who wanted men to hurt and abuse her.
Eventually, with Yvonne getting so frantic with her cries of pain and her wriggling and kicking each time that she was struck, she could take no more and put her hands back to protect her bum from further blows. "Stop, stop," she cried tearfully.
Harry did stop, disappointed that this fantastic fun should have to pause ... He was absolutely thrilled with Yvonne's submission for so long, and thrilled at the pain and genuine misery that he'd been able to inflict upon her.
Yvonne's mind was in a turmoil. Her whole being had been filled with pain which robbed her of the ability to think logically and rationally. Every neuron in her brain had poured forth signals telling her to protect herself from what had been happening to her, and yet a perverted, and very definite sexual drive somewhere within her, had told her that it was good to suffer, that it was corrupt, unnatural, debasing and humiliating - things that she enjoyed.
She lay there sobbing through her panting breaths. Her backside was still stinging and sore, and yet, now that the infliction of pain had actually stopped, she rapidly began to regain some composure, and she actually began to regret having stopped Harry from continuing on with his cruel spanking.
"I'll have to tie you up if you can't take it voluntarily," Harry sneered.
Yvonne, regretting that she had stopped Harry, now told him that she was sorry and told him she would try to be good and not stop him again.
"That's better bitch, you know you're here to be hurt, not to fuck about with me," Harry told her as she submissively got back into position over his knees.
Yvonne felt a tremor run through her body. It was all so queer that they both wanted her to be hurt. It was perversion at its most perverse, and she loved perversion. She lowered her head again and awaited Harry's continued onslaught.
WHACK - the blow came hard and stinging. "Ouuwwwwwwwww," Yvonne's cry came shrilly and piteously, long and drawn out with tremulous tones that fully showed the anguish that she experienced.
Whack, whack, whack. Harry's blows were as hard as he could make them. His powerful arm continually rising and falling as he thrashed Yvonne on and on relentlessly.
Yvonne's howling cries and her uncontrolled sobbing and wailing were absolutely heartrending and showed her wretchedness as her beating continued unabated.
Harry was out of control now. He heaved Yvonne's body from off his legs, "come on bitch," he snarled, "time you were tied up and really fucking flogged. I've only been playing with you so far, now you're going to get flogged until you wish you were fucking dead, you filthy fucking cunt"
"Hold out your arms slut," he roughly ordered. Yvonne submissively held out her arms and meekly watched as Harry bound cords around each of her wrists.
"Now you get tied up so that I can do whatever I want with you," Harry told her as he glanced upwards at the roof and looped the cords through an iron hook that protruded from the ceiling...
Yvonne obediently stretched her arms upwards, knowing that this was sheer madness to allow herself to be so tied. She was completely helpless now.
"I'd best gag you I think," Harry told Yvonne. "We don't want the neighbours hearing your screaming."
Yvonne shuddered but said nothing, and moments later Harry tied a piece of cloth through her mouth and around her neck.
Going to a cupboard, Harry selected a long, leather whip. He took a few practise swings with it, the lash swishing through the air in curving loops.
Harry held the whip up before Yvonne's face to tease her as well as to frighten her, and frightened she was with a look of fear in her eyes.
Yvonne knew that this was going to be horribly painful, and yet her mind was so sexually perverted that she wanted it to happen.
Harry stood back, admiring Yvonne's nakedness. He moved his arm back and then rapidly bringing it forward, he sent the leather lash sizzling through the air in a horizontal arc towards Yvonne's trembling body.
The leather impacted Yvonne's soft flesh with a beautiful sound, and immediately a muffled shriek came from Yvonne as the vicious weapon struck the bottom of her buttocks and curled on around to cruelly bite into her thigh.
Yvonne's body half turned as the lash struck her, and she jerked violently on the cords holding her arms stretched upwards, her legs moving as if to run, but only lurching her about on the suspending cords.
The muffled shriek of pain had quickly subsided into what Harry interpreted as attempts to plead mercy. He could see Yvonne's wildly staring eyes with tears already running down her cheeks, and that, along with the muffled "mmffff, mmmmfff" noises of pleading, served to excite Harry tremendously.
Again Harry brought his arm back, ready to savagely lash Yvonne's body once more. He laughed at the sudden increase in Yvonne's attempts to speak, and at her frantic lurching about on the cords which held her arms stretched high above her.
Whooosh, the whip sounded as it swept towards its victim. Then the delicious sound of leather thrashing onto soft flesh.
"Mmmmmrrrrrrrpppphhhhh ... rrrrrrrhhhhh," Yvonne's choked howl of agony came from beneath her gag. She hopped about one or two steps before loosing her footing and lurching and swinging around suspended from her wrists. Her head shook violently from side to side as she continued emitting frantic sounds and wrenched on her bindings in a futile effort to free herself.
Yvonne regained her feet but was unable to stand still as she danced and twisted and turned and pulled this way and that against the cords which she'd so docilely let Harry bind her with.
Each of the two lashes had left pronounced red welts across Yvonne's ass and thigh, and Harry now began to admire Yvonne's lovely, unblemished belly. He took aim once more, causing Yvonne to frantically plead and dance about. Whack - his aim was true, thrashing the whip in an angle right across Yvonne's belly. Her frantic leaping and twisting about as a result of this last blow was absolutely fantastic, so much so that Harry immediately repeated the nasty dose for Yvonne, leaving her howling fabulously in her muffled way, and jumping about like a lunatic.