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WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of
18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended
as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author
does not in any way condone similar behavior.
If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state,
nation, or planet that prohibits such behavior, stop
reading immediately!!!
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"Point of No Return"
By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net
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"Point Of No Return" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net
Rhanna Wahdi was exactly where she always wanted to
be. She was bound over a padded red vinyl covered
sawhorse, and her wrists and ankles were locked in
padded leather bondage cuffs. Around her neck was a
collar, and her long black hair was tied in a ponytail
to keep it out of the way. Her mouth was filled with a
red rubber ballgag, which had taken away her power of
speech and her last vestige of free will.
Rhanna's bottom was cruelly exposed, and she knew that
her Master Andrew would soon be using one of her holes
- or both of them!
The gag had removed the power of speech, so all that
she could do was to grunt from behind the rubber and
leather intruder.
"Mmmmmph!" she grunted.
Rhanna pulled ineffectually at the leather cuffs,
knowing that she was bound to the sawhorse until Andrew
would release her. Her body tingled all over, from her
neck down to her ankles. First Andrew had hung her
spread-eagled from the ceiling chain, her limbs
separated by the wooden bars. Then he placed a
fleece-covered glove on one of his hands, and had
proceeded to caress her entire naked bound body. He
had begun with the back of her neck, then her
underarms, her breasts, her sex, and legs and bottom.
Once it seemed like every nerve on of her body was
tingling, Andrew had stopped.
Pausing to catch her breath, Rhanna was then offered a
flogger, which she kissed without being ordered to.
Andrew then systematically began to flog her, the suede
strands making a dull thud as they impacted on her
flesh.
Rhanna gasped slightly each time the flogger struck
her, and seeing herself in the mirror she knew that she
would be carrying the marks of this scene for quite
some time. When Andrew started to strike her bottom,
every time that she would sit down she would be
reminded of this night.
"Mmmmmph!" she cried.
It had all seemed so normal! Andrew had driven into
Manhattan from his house in Northern New Jersey to pick
her up at her Westside apartment. Then they had gone
to Friday's for dinner, and next went to a movie.
Finally they arrived at his house.
Once the door had been closed behind her, she had
stripped down to her heels. Her coat and dress were
hung in the closet (Andrew had unzipped her); and then
she had removed her bra, panties, garter belt, and
stockings. Which she had learned to wear at Andrew's
request. Naked, she then replaced the heels on her
feet.
Rhanna opened a drawer in the small table in the
foyer. Inside was a leather collar, which she locked
around her neck, and a pair of gleaming stainless steel
handcuffs. Locking one cuff around her wrist, she
slowly clicked the ratchet until the two half circles
of metal closed around her wrist. Placing her hands
behind her back, she then locked the other cuff closed.
She was now naked and bound, by her own choice!
"Very good, Rhanna," complimented Andrew.
Andrew was an up and coming artist, with his work in
many of the city's major galleries. Ruggedly handsome,
he looked like what an artist should be - muscled,
powerful, and very attractive.
"Thank you, Master," she replied.
As a submissive, she had learned to speak only unless
she was spoken to. The minute that she entered his
house, she again became his slave.
"Shall we go down to the playroom?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir!"
The house was a ranch, built on two levels. There was
only a small flight of stairs down to the second level,
and Andrew opened a locked door to his secret domain.
The ground level had been converted to a playroom from
the bar it had been previously.
The pool table and bar had been removed to make way for
chains hanging from the ceiling, an X frame, a small
wooden cage, and plenty of other toys designed to
entertain Andrew's girlfriends. Rhanna had been seeing
Andrew for a year, enjoying her newfound status as
slave.
"Would you like to use the bathroom before we start?"
he asked.
"Yes, Sir."
Andrew led her to a small bathroom, which consisted of
a sink, toilet, and mirror. He locked a chain to her
collar that would allow her to use the bathroom, but
not leave. Then he unlocked her cuffs, and left her to
her toilet.
Rhanna emptied herself, then washed thoroughly with
soap and water from the sink. After she had dried her
body, she then perfumed her body. Her underarms,
breasts, and between her legs all received sprays from
the atomizer in the cabinet.
When Andrew reappeared, he was dressed in a black
leather vest, matching jeans, and boots. Rhanna
thought that he looked so handsome that way.
"All finished?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"How about a little time in the cage, darling?"
"Yes, Sir."
Locking her hands in front this time, he released her
collar chain. He led her over to a wooden cage (that
he had built) whose door was already open. Lifting her
up, Rhanna soon found herself inside as Andrew closed
the door above her. Locking it with 2 padlocks, Rhanna
was now imprisoned within.
"I'm going to check my email, sweetheart. Be back in
just a bit," he said.
Rhanna's chained hands grabbed the bars to her cage as
she settled down on the cage floor to wait. Her heart
was beating furiously, desire running in her veins.
Wondering just how she had come to this, the very thing
that she had tried to run away from. Slavery, but only
of a different kind!
She had been born in Jordan to a prosperous Arab
family. Her father was a businessman, and her mother
had gone to school in Europe. She had been encouraged
to read and learn, not merely to be married off and
produce children like an Arab woman was expected to
do. In childhood, she had behaved perfectly. All the
while reading the books that her father had brought
back from Europe and America. Since her family had
been large, two boys and three girls, she had been able
to convince her parents that she wanted to study in
England. Sent to a boarding school, it had further
increased her desire to be free of her culture. Next
she had gone to College, then told her parents of her
wishes to become a Western woman. Regretfully, they
accepted her decision. After she had graduated, she
had made her way to New York, and reinvented herself.
Rhanna Wahdi had become Ronnie Walker, and free of the
veil. She could now speak freely to anyone that she
wanted, dress as skimpy as she liked, and not have to
worry about offending Arab "Honor."
After a succession of jobs she had become a publicist
for a book publisher. It paid very well, and her job
to send review copies to newspapers, set up author
interviews and book tours, and get the writer in front
of the public to sell books.
One of the books had been about the world of sexual
fetishes. She had initially refused the assignment,
but had to take it when two of the others in her
department had left for other jobs. Deeply embarrassed
by the subject matter, she had felt very strange when
she had gotten to know the author. Becoming friends,
the author had taken her to a fetish shop and she had
tried on all sorts of leather and PVC outfits. After
the book tour, Rhanna one day found herself
masturbating at home while reading a paperback sex
novel that she had found in the office from another of
the company's divisions.
She had met Andrew at a gallery opening down in Chelsea
that she had been invited to by a girlfriend. His
paintings were already selling to the wealthy, and he
was mentioned in the Times. Attracted to him, another
woman had cautioned her that she had heard rumors that
he was into the Bondage scene. Rhanna had managed to
secure a date with him the following weekend.
In her time in NY she had taken a few lovers, losing
her virginity. Meaning that she could never go home
and get married, without having "dishonored" the
family. She had passed from one world into another,
from the East to the West.
But there was something lacking! She had enjoyed her
lovers, and they all had been good men. What she
desired was the world she had read about in books, that
of submission. Andrew was to be her entry into that
world, treating her carefully as Rhanna found that she
enjoyed submission - and slavery!
After three weeks of dating Andrew (one had been to the
Met) they had finally gone to bed. He had been a
skilled loved, and had ground her into the mattress
while producing one climax in her after another. But
it was one their fourth date that he had offered her a
pair of handcuffs and a ballgag, and she had accepted
them eagerly.
They had been seeing each other for a year. In that
time she had been trained, and had learned to accept
his discipline and to become his submissive and slave.
Her weekend companions were chains, cuffs, and the
lash. And she had loved every minute of it.
"Are you ready my sweet?" Andrew asked while standing
behind her.
She had been flogged without the gag, to allow her to
cry out her torments. Once the flogging was complete,
and she had calmed down and was breathing normally,
Andrew had buckled the ballgag between her lips,
removing the power of speech from her - along with her
free will.
"Mmmmmph!" she replied.
He then proceeded to massage her bottom. From her
vantagepoint, she could see that he was standing behind
her. Pulling ineffectually at the cuffs, she strained
against the leather, wood and steel that held her
captive. Her pert breasts bobbed in unison with her
feeble movements.
She saw that he was holding the black leather paddle!
She had wondered why her bottom had not received its
usual attention this night, and now she knew! Every
day this week whenever she sat down, she would be
reminded of Andrew's love for her.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Mmmmph!" was all that Rhanna could manage from her
gag. What she had wanted to say was "that hurts!" but
the gag had reduced her protests to incoherent moans.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
In truth, she was no stranger to the paddle. It had
graced her bottom many times in the past. Tonight was
shaping up as one very intense scene, one that she
would remember for a long time to come.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Even seeing the world upside down, Rhanna could see the
tremendous bulge in Andrew's back jeans. Whatever hole
he used was going to get inches of steel hard cock
inside her.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Ready my dear?" asked Andrew.
"Mmmmmph!"
Andrew removed his boots, vest, jeans, underpants and
socks, and stood nude behind her. She just had a final
glimpse of his shaft as it buried itself into her wet
sex, making her moan with its abrupt entry, stretching
her with its hardness and length.
Next Andrew began to piston his cock inside her,
withdrawing then burying himself again, slamming his
balls against her ass. Rhanna strained against her
bonds, moaning as the cock brought her waves and waves
of pleasure and pain together. Everything that
happened during that night, including the glove,
flogging, and finally the paddle had brought her to
this point of sexual ecstasy.
"Mmmmph! She cried, biting down on the rubber ball
between her lips.
She could feel the sweat trickle down her naked body,
between her legs, on her back, between her arms and
down her chest. Andrew worked out, he had a small gym
in the house, and he was able to keep his rod hard for
longer than any man that she had ever known.
So it was no surprise that he was able to keep pounding
away inside her, his self-control total as he prevented
himself from coming too early within. The effect of
this was to bring Rhanna to ever-higher levels of
sexual desire. Her entire universe had shrunk to being
bound over the horse, her bondage, and the cock ramming
itself within her wet sex.
"Ahh!" cried Andrew.
After what had been minutes, Andrew was finally nearly
climax. He shook as the intense energy that was stored
within him brought him ever nearer to what would be an
earth shattering orgasm.
"You-may-come-slave," said Andrew.
Rhanna was not allowed a climax until her master had
given her permission, and she released herself seconds
before he did. Coming together, they both grunted in
unison as they climaxed together.
She felt his hot sperm gush in spurts into her sex,
further lubricating her already wet and dripping sex.
His cock pushed against her vaginal walls, driving
deeper into her womb.
"Mmmmph! Rhanna grunted, "mmmmmph!"
Getting the sexual release that she had craved for so
long, she didn't even feel it when Andrew silently
withdrew from her sex. Heaving within her bondage,
Rhanna wished that her gag could be removed so that she
could take deep breaths of air into her strained lungs.
Andrew reached forward and unbuckled the gag from the
back of her neck, his fingers threading the leather
through the roller buckle that kept it in place.
"Thank you, Master," Rhanna said once the ball was
removed from between her teeth.
"You're welcome," he said, walking around to the front
of the horse.
His cock was no longer erect, and his body glistened
from the sweat of his climax. She liked the way his
muscled body looked, and wanted him in bed, inside her
once again.
"You may clean me now," he said.
Andrew presented his limp cock to her, and she then
proceeded to suck it inside her mouth. She tasted her
own secretions, his salty come, and his manly sweat.
She sucked his cock, knowing that mere cleaning would
not be enough to satisfy him.
No, Andrew had to come once again within her mouth as
she was bound the horse, else she would never be
released this night. She sucked greedily at his cock,
pulling it down her throat, feeling it gradually harden
as her efforts slowly took effect.
Once he was hard again, she knew that he would take his
time in coming. Andrew was no quick squirter - no
premature ejaculation from him. She continued sucking
at his now rock hard cock, its head brushing against
the back of her throat. Rhanna wondered just how long
he could hold his climax, and how long she could
continue to suck on his shaft.
"Ahh!" cried Andrew.
Suddenly her mouth was full of hot salty come, and she
struggled to swallow his emissions before they
overwhelmed her. Rhanna wanted to please her master
and show her devotion to him, no matter what hold of
hers her used during their time together.
Rhanna swallowed and swallowed, wondering just how much
come he could generate. Finally, she was glad when he
withdrew his cock from her mouth.
"Thank you, Rhanna."
"Yes, Master."
Rhanna waited as he unlocked her cuffs from the horse,
and her gave her permission to stand. Leaning on the
horse, she gradually took to her feet again, her
muscles complaining from the agonies that she had just
experienced.
Even though she was stiff, she still managed to get to
her knees and thank Andrew for what she had just
experienced, kissing the tops of his feet in
supplication.
"You're welcome, darling," said Andrew.
"Thank you, Master," she cried in joy.
He had taken her two more times that night. After they
had both gotten cleaned up, they had gone to his
bedroom. First, he had spread-eagled her to the bed,
and again placed the ballgag inside he mouth. Then he
had pounded her into the mattress, his body slamming
into hers, their sweat and juices mixing together on
the bed. After climaxing, he had released her. Then
they made slow passionate love together, and she had
clung to him the way a woman should - even if her
wrists were encased in leather.
Finally, they drifted off in mutual sleep and
exhaustion together. Sunday was for bathing together
in his hot tub, a leisurely breakfast, and reading the
Times. Finally, her cuffs and collar were removed, and
she was allowed to dress in the casual clothing that
she had brought with her. Andrew drove her back to her
apartment, and they chatted like any other couple.
"I'm planning on building a set of stocks for the
playroom," he said as the drove though the Lincoln
Tunnel.
"Interesting idea, Sir," she agreed.
"I've gotten several designs already from the Net."
"Really."
Letting her off on her block, he gave her a long and
passionate kiss, inserting his tongue between her
teeth. She accepted his final penetration of her
eagerly.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, happy that the rubber ball did not
stretch her mouth.
"Bye, slave," he said as Rhanna closed the door behind
her.
"Yes, Master," she answered above the din of traffic.
On Thursday, she had returned from work, eager to
shower and change into some casual clothes and then
would go out with some co-workers for Dinner down in
Chelsea, finally perhaps a movie. Mixed in her mail
was a personal sized envelope with no return address
and a computer-printed label.
Opening it, found a computer printed card. On one side
was a picture of crossed riding crops and a coiled
whip. On the other were the words "The riding-crop
upon your next visit."
Remembering that the line was from "Story of O" she
smiled. Next weekend was going to be a memorable one
also!
Rhanna knew that she had long passed the point of no
return long ago, that there was no going back. She had
escaped the slavery of culture and family for that of
sex slavery in a new land - which she regarded as a
better life than she could have lived at home.
THE END
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