Sara sat at the table with her boss on one side and the sheik on the other. They were talking feverishly in Arabic and Sara knew that their conversation was about her. Occasionally, they would look over to her, gesturing at her. Each of their looks her way gave her goosebumps.

This whole business trip had been a nightmare. When her boss proposed a trip to Yemen, she thought it would be a great adventure, and she accepted the invitation. But before she had even left the plane, she was told to put on a black Abaya and a veil. The outfit covered her body and head, leaving only her eyes uncovered. She hadn't been made aware of the custom, but after minor resistance, agreed to wear the garments. She was also instructed by her boss that she would always have to walk behind him and never speak unless told to. She was to never look at men in the eye. It was all very infuriating, but she ultimately agreed to all the conditions.

Suddenly, the men shook and seemed to come to agreement about something. They were all smiles as her boss turned to face her.

"Sara, as you know, I am her to inspect several oil well," he said.

"Yes, Mr. Sims," Sara replied respectfully.

"You are not allowed near the wells, so I've arranged for you to stay at the sheik's palace until I return," Sims said.

She had no desire to visit the sheik's palace. She felt like she had been dropped into some cheap romantic novel. While the sheik was a tall, handsome man with piercingly sexy eyes and raven-black hair, she did not want to be left with a stranger in a foreign land that had so many customs that she didn't like or understand.

"Couldn't I just stay at the hotel?" she said nervously.

"No, you may not. Women are not allowed to stay at hotels alone," he said. "I hope you will not embarrass me further by rejecting the sheik's offer?" he said with an implied threat in his voice.

"No sir," she recoiled in fear of her situation and her job. "I just didn't want to impose on the sheik."

Mr. Sims laughed, "Don't worry. It will be a real pleasure for Sheik Al-Hassam," he said. "He is a Dom, just like me, so I've offered you to him, for the time you'll be there," he informed her.

"What..." she started, only to be interrupted by her boss.

"How much do you like your job and the apartment that goes with it, Sara? This is will pay off important benefits to me, and the man was blown out with the idea of having a willing woman on his hands for a week or so," he said, menace in his tone. "As you can imagine, it's not frequent to find a submissive here."

"I'm not a submissive, nor a whore! You can't…"

"I can, and I already did! Just remember how much you would lose and keep that in mind when you're at it!" he said, intimidating her. "Are you going to consent?"

She was furious and wanted to shout all her rejection to the whole idea, but she knew her boss would fulfil his threats and she couldn't afford that, so there really was nothing she could do about it.

"Are you going to consent?" he asked her again, enraged.

"Yes, Mr. Sims!" she complied, finally.

They left the hotel restaurant, and she was told to pick up her suitcase and return to the lobby as soon as possible. The sheik wanted them to leave immediately. As soon as she returned from her room, her boss told her not to dare to cause any problems at the palace. He explained that the sheik didn't speak English and that she should essentially agree with anything he said.

"Yes, sir, but is there anyone at the palace who speaks English?" she asked nervously.

"No, but you won’t be talking to many people there. Just stay in your room and don’t cause any trouble," Sims said.

"How am I to let him know if he's going too far?" she asked. "Do I get to use a safe word or gesture?"

"I've told him your safe word is YELLOW to slow down, RED to stop and if you can't talk wiggle your index finger and he will stop."

She nodded. She said goodbye to her boss, and she and the sheik left in a limousine. In the back seat of the car, she sat as far away as possible from him. She kept looking out the window. There was no sense in trying to keep a conversation if they couldn't understand each other. She could feel his eyes on her the whole time. It was very disturbing. They travelled for about half an hour and they reached what seemed to be a heliport. They left the car and he led her to a helicopter standing a few yards from them. Its engines were already functioning and ready for takeoff.

She became even more upset. How far away was the palace? She felt so far from home, so far from safety. He urged her to get in the helicopter. She did as she had no other choice. The flight took about an hour across the hot, golden desert. They arrived to a walled little village with a few typical Yemeni houses and in the middle, what seemed to be an ancient fortress with thick walls, and small windows, with a central patio. After landing near the main entrance, she was led to her room by a female servant who was dressed the same as she was. They walked for what seemed miles of corridors until they reached a hallway with several doors on it. The woman stopped in front of one door and opened it.

The room wasn't very big, but it had a king size bed, made of wrought iron. In the middle, there was a wooden closet and an open door that led to a bathroom. A comber table, with its chair and mirror, lay in front of the bed, and a small round table with another chair stood next to the full size window. The woman showed her around and then left her alone closing the door behind her.

She left her suitcase near the closet and taking off the veil, she sat in the bed looking around. This would be a very long week. She looked at her watch, it was 4:00 pm, but she decided it was a good moment to take a bath and get rid of the Abaya and put on some of her own clothes.

She got up and went straight to the bathroom noticing that it was almost as big as the bedroom, with a two person sink, the toilet, a huge shower cubicle and an even bigger round bathtub. The tub was big enough as for four. Although the bathtub seemed to call her, she decided a shower would be better, and stripped off all her clothes. She released her curly mane. Her hair was the colour of burnished copper, which beautifully suited her green eyes. She adjusted the water's temperature, and she took a very long, relaxing, shower.

When she was done, she wrapped herself in a huge, soft towel and went back to the bedroom. She picked up her belongings and looked for her hairbrush and she sat at the comber table, brushing her hair.

All of sudden the bedroom door opened up, and the sheik came in. He had obviously recently bathed and was wearing a long simple robe to his feet. He was carrying a leather bag in his right hand.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. She realized that he couldn’t understand her, but he caught her by surprise and startled her. She got up quickly and held the towel hard against her body. She hadn't expected him so soon.

He just smiled. He was obviously pleased with her looks, and closed and locked the door behind him, and he dropped the bag on the floor.

He started talking to her, but she couldn't understand a word of it and it frustrated her. She then remembered an app she had on her tablet that could make instant translations with no need of an internet connection. She went to her bag and looked for it. He watched her curious to see what she was doing. She grabbed her tablet, turned it on and wrote in the translator, and gave the tablet to him.

"Use this so that I can understand you!"

He read it, wrote something and returned her the tablet.

"I want you to tell me if you agree with the purpose of your visit here."

She sighed. She had been in a BDSM session before, with her boss, and she hadn't enjoyed it at all. She hadn't hated it, but it sure didn't arouse her. After that she had avoided him out of work.

He took the tablet from her hands and wrote again.

"Are you ok with being my sub for the week? Please answer me; honestly, otherwise we will call it off."

She looked at him and admitted to herself she found him attractive and that the idea of having him fucking her hard was such a turn on. Anyway, she could always use her safe word.

"Will you respect my will if I use my safe word or gesture?" she asked him.

He read it and nodding, wrote the answer.

"Always! It's yellow, red or your index finger, right?"

"Yes, that's right!"

"So, do you agree?" he asked again.

She took a deep breath and wrote, hoping she knew what she was getting in to."

"Yes, I agree!"

Without another word, he laid the tablet on the bed table, approached her and grabbed her by the arms. Then he dragged her to the bed, tore the towel away from her quivering body and then threw her into the bed. He got on top of her. As he held her down, he stretched her wrists up to the headboard and tied them with some ribbons that had been hanging there.

She wanted to resist him, yell at him to let her go, because she hadn't prepared herself for this, but she couldn't. Once he tied her wrists firmly, he left the bed and went to pick up his bag. He took it up to the bottom of the bed and took a ball gag from it, which he expertly attached around her head, reducing her possible sounds to simple moans.

She was tried her restraints, making herself sure that she could move her fingers freely, in case she needed it. She then felt his hands on her right ankle. He tied one then the other ankle to the footboard. She lay there spread eagle. Anxiety ran wild through her, because she didn't know what would happen next.

He went back to study the contents of his bag and took several objects. She couldn't see what they were. He returned to her, and caressed her firm tits. He rolled her nipples around his fingers making them hard. Then he picked up two adjustable nipple clamps, with metallic butterflies hanging from it. He attached them and the pain shot through her body making her let out a cry that was easily muffled by the gag. She could not believe the intensity of the pain. He caressed her tits again and adjusted the clamps to his pleasure. He seemed oblivious of her pain and her moans. A few minutes later the pain became bearable and she could breathe a little more.

He went back to the bag, and grabbed a basic leather flogger and approached her again. He jumped over the bed, and on his knees, he started teasing her body with the flogger. He hit her thighs, her belly, her stretched arms, and even her swollen nipples. Her muffled moans got louder and louder. He went on to increase the strength of his blows until he got her sensitive skin totally covered in red stinging welts.

He then dropped the flogger and started caressing her body with his big hands. He deposited light kisses from her neck down between her tits, her belly, to her belly button, her thighs, her legs and even her feet. He carefully avoided her shaved pussy, which despite the pain was somehow getting wetter by the second. She was so overwhelmed by his doing that she not even considered stopping him.

After a while, he stopped, and grabbed one of her tits and adjusted the clamp just slightly tighter than it was and did the same to the other. The pain was appalling. It almost left her unconscious. She was panting raggedly through the ball gag, her head moving from side to side. She was desperate to escape the pain that ran through her body. He then took each of her nipples and caressed it with his tongue, until the pain subsided.

He moved off of the bed and removed his robe. He revealed an outstanding erection. His thick, large member increased the level of arousal in her although she worried that his penis might tear her in two. He returned to bed and removed the bond from one of her ankles and grabbed her leg by the knee. This gave him full access to her pussy. With the other hand, he finally touched her pussy. He caressed her lips first slowly. He then spread them and began teasing her clit. He rubbed it, gently at first, but then he started to squeeze it, pinching and rolling it. His touches become rougher and rougher.

He then began licking her. He moved to her throbbing clit, and his licks became small bites that also grew in intensity. Her panting now was from a totally different source. Her whole body was trembling in need. Her mind, was totally blown out, with the intensity of her feelings. She was on the verge of an orgasm.

He must have sensed it, because he stopped brusquely, and moved his attention to her arse. He touched it and rubbed it. Then with one of his fingers, and using her juices as lube, he inserted a finger. He ignored her moans, and then he introduced a second finger and started making scissoring moves to stretch her as much as he could.

He smiled satisfied and went to pick up a few other things from his bag. He showed her a clear glass triple play beaded butt plug. He smeared with some oily lube, and then he grabbed her loosened leg and started to insert it inch by inch in her butt until it reached the bottom of the device, giving her an incredible sensation of fullness.

He caressed her clit again with his fingers and then he took away his fingers and guided the tip of his cock up and down along her dripping pussy. Without warning, he rammed his cock hard into her down to his balls. She let out a muffled cry. He started pounding her faster and harder, deeper and deeper, crashing his cock against the butt plug.

After the first shot of pain, she started to feel aroused again, and his plunge in her increased her tension, driving her to the point of no return. When she felt him come inside her, she too let herself go and she climaxed with him. It was overwhelming, waves of incredible pleasure ran through her making her whole body quiver with no control and throwing her in that special place pleasure could take you. She now could understand the expression the French use: 'la petite mort'.

She must have passed out, because when she came to, she no longer had the ball gag on. Her hands and ankles were free, and the butt plug was out of her. He was in the process of removing the nipple clamps. The pain felt even worse than when he attached them. He took them both off rapidly and then he caressed her sore nipples gently. He licked them and eased the harsh pain with his mouth. He lay in bed with her, holding her in his arms until the pain lessened.

"Shush, habib," he whispered in her ears.

She remained like this for a few minutes. Her mind was still clouded by the recent events.

He moved and pick up the tablet from the bed table and wrote on it.

"You were amazing. I never had such a responsive sub in my hands," it said. "Your master had told me that you weren't, but something in you, told me otherwise since we first met."

"He is not my master!" she wrote.

He read it, frowning. He typed the answer.

"He said you were his sex slave, and that you were a real pain slut."

She couldn’t believe the nerve of her boss. That bastard had planned it all. This was his revenge for her avoiding him.
He took the tablet from her hands, typed some more, and then returned it to her.

"I had no reason to doubt his words, since you came voluntarily with me, agreed to all this and your reactions in bed were just as I expected. Why did you agree to this then?" it said.

"Let's say you convinced me." She answered, blush all over her face.

"You can't deny that it aroused you greatly. You came so hard you passed out," he typed.

She blushed again and kept silent. There was no way she could deny it.

"During your stay in my house, we shall explore just how far you can get and how hard you can come. Are you ok with that?" he asked.

She nodded, silently.

He got up off the bed and put on his robe. He approached her, and laid a gentle kiss on top of her head, and left the room, closing the door behind him.