For Sadists only – My first time with the lash.

It all started innocently enough when my husband stumbled across the sex site on the internet.
“Hey Yvonne, come and look at this,” he had called out.

Together we’d looked at the stories and read the bizarre personals.
There was no doubt that it made us both feel very sexy and we had a super fucking and sucking session later on.

After that Rob and I would often look at that same sex site together, not with any intention to become involved but purely because we found it exciting to read the perverted ramblings of the people who posted there.

There were three sections of the sex site: a standard section, a section for gays and lesbians, and a third section for people interested in bdsm.
Goodness! Before seeing that I didn’t even know what bdsm was, but it was that section that we always seemed to be attracted to.

I must say that my eyes were really opened and my sexual boundaries expanded by what we found on that sex site. We would read the stories and the personals and then go to bed and fuck like crazy while urging each other on by talking about what we had seen.

We’d been doing this for quite some months when Rob suggested that we write to some of the men who had posted personal adds. We had no intent of getting involved in any way; it was just sexy fun to pretend that we were interested in meeting and I had no hesitation in agreeing.

The responses from the men that we wrote to varied from some simply wanting to fuck, right through to some talking of me as just something for them to use and abuse, and with an urge to really hurt me.
The latter type of responses really shocked me at first, but after a while we both found that the more vanilla guys were somewhat boring, but that the more extreme ones excited us.

This sort of thing went on sporadically for many months. Mostly we intentionally picked on guys who lived overseas, so that there was never any real pressure from them for us to come good.

During the months and months that this game went on, a gradual change came about in our attitude towards it. Our talk, while previously just all fantasy, gradually changed until we talked as if it really would happen one day. This change was not a conscious one, nor was it a sudden step, it just seemed to happen without any thought being put into it.

We really should have kept our messaging to those men who were safely at a distance overseas, but we began to look for men who had more extreme views and not worry about whether they lived within reasonable travelling distance.

It was because of this change that we found ourselves talking to a guy, Gary, who lived some five hour’s drive away.
It started with Rob sending a simple message saying that he was interested in letting his wife be used for the sort of things mentioned in Gary’s posting, and that I was willing.

Gary immediately wrote back asking about our previous experience and how much punishment I would be able to take. I noted that in Gary’s message, he referred to me only as “the whore” and “the slut.”
That night Rob and I talked all about Gary while we were fucking and sucking together and we found ourselves, as always happened, so worked up and excited about me being spoken of in the way that he did.

Many messages went back and forth over the next couple of weeks. Gary detailed how he would love to abuse and hurt me while Rob watched on.

For our part, we encouraged him, telling him that I was excited at the prospect and that Rob was very happy to have him treat me as he described.
Of course with this sort of encouragement Gary soon was asking when and where we could arrange to meet.

Never before had our game taken us this far and it was really time to opt out.

In the bedroom we were so excited as we fucked and sucked and talked about what Gary expected.
We got more and more excited… “he wants to lash you till you’re screaming,” Rob said excitedly.
“Yes,” I panted, “he sounds so cruel doesn’t he.”
“He certainly does,” Rob agreed, “I think that I’d need to hold you down for him to be able to do that to you.”
“Yes, you’d either have to hold me down or tie me to the bed for him,” I agreed.

We were both getting more and more worked up and as you well know, things are often said at these times that wouldn’t normally be mentioned.

There was a pause in our talk and then I asked, “you’d really like to see me being beaten like that?”
“I would if you wanted to do it,” Rob replied.
I gave a laugh, “you’re supposed to look after your wife, not seek out men to hurt me.”
Rob gave an embarrassed laugh in turn.