"When we get home, you have to do as I say," Mildred Fils-Aime said, and the forty-something Haitian woman looked at the tall and handsome, nervous-looking brother who sat on the passenger's side of her Lexus. Antoine Jacques looked good and smelled even better, but he looked about as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Is the brother up to this?
"I hear you loud and clear," Antoine replied, and he stroked his goateed chin thoughtfully. Clad in a dark blue suit over a sky blue silk shirt, black tie, dark blue silk pants and black Timberland shoes, the young Haitian man looked stylish and professional. A first-year student at the MBA program of Northeastern University, Antoine was definitely going places. Lucky I caught him first, Mildred thought lustfully.
"Good man," Mildred said with a smile, and she veered right, leaving downtown Brockton and heading to the West side. After weeks of flirting, Antoine finally made his intentions known and Mildred was about to find out what the brother was made of. They'd known each other for some time. Mildred was the choir director of the Haitian Adventist Church of Brockton, Massachusetts, and Antoine was one of the local wild young guys. One of those brothers who thought he was heaven's gift to women. Oh well, time to see what Antoine could do...
Mildred Fils-Aime was born in the City of Petionville, Haiti, and grew up in Miami, Florida. While living in the sunshine state, Mildred met and fell in love with Floyd Matthews, a white guy originally from San Antonio, Texas. Floyd and Mildred got hitched, and had a daughter, Alexandra. Twenty years later, they got divorced. With her daughter Alexandra studying at UMass-Boston, Mildred decided to move to Massachusetts to be closer to her. That's how the forty-something Haitian gal ended up in the City of Brockton. And she got way more than she bargained for...
"So, you like to dominate brothers?" Antoine asked, and Mildred flashed him a bright smile and nodded firmly. Almost two decades ago, Mildred discovered the world of BDSM and began experimenting with female domination and male submission. Her ex-husband Floyd Matthews was one of the first men that Mildred ever dominated. She became a professional dominatrix, and life hasn't been the same since...
"Yes, Antoine, lots of black men like being dominated by black women, and you are one of them, I can tell, otherwise you wouldn't have contacted me," Mildred replied, and Antoine nodded, then smiled wistfully. There was an almost dreamy expression the younger man's handsome face. This one is going to be lots of fun to play with, Mildred thought, amused.
"Well, I am curious about BDSM and I'd rather experiment with a black woman, with things being so messy out there in the world, I wouldn't feel comfortable submitting to a white woman, she might not be playing," Antoine said, and Mildred sagely nodded in agreement. Ever since her divorce, Mildred was rediscovering the sensuality of the black man. Twenty years living with a white man had been enough. Mildred missed her chocolate, and wanted to make up for lost time...
"That's good, Antoine, you came to the right place," Mildred echoed, and Antoine nodded. A few weeks ago, he was browsing the web and looked for professional domination types operating out of Boston and Brockton. The young Haitian man had been stunned to discover that Mildred, the lady from his local Adventist church was into this sort of thing. On her website she wore a mask and a leather outfit while dominating her male submissive types, but Antoine recognized her. There was no mistaking Mildred's big round ass...
"Yes ma'am," Antoine said enthusiastically, as Mildred pulled into Ash Street, about a mile from the local Dairy Queen. The young man looked around, taking in his surroundings. The neighborhood looked nice, in a middle class sort of way. Antoine, who was born in Randolph, Massachusetts, and only came to Brockton to attend church and hang out with his buddies, could appreciate this spot. It kind of reminded him of his parents place on Bridle Path Circle in Randolph...
"Antoine, we are here, now, remember what I said," Mildred said, and she pulled the key out of the ignition. Antoine nodded, and watched as she exited the vehicle. He got out as well and readjusted his clothes while following her lead. Mildred gestured for him to come along, and she went into the house. Antoine took off his shoes, and then went into the living room. Mildred excused herself and went to the ladies room, and Antoine patiently awaited her return.
"What am I in for?" Antoine wondered quietly. For over a year now, he had been fascinated by the world of BDSM. On the web, he saw many women who liked to dominate men. Videos featuring women spanking, slapping, fisting, and fucking men with strap-on dildos turned Antoine on immensely. Sadly, he seldom saw black women and black men among the performers on those videos. Antoine wanted to find a strong and dominant black woman to experiment with. He thought he might have been looking for a unicorn, until he met Mildred Fils-Aime, also known as Dominant Noir.
"Look over here handsome," came Mildred's voice, and Antoine looked up, and gasped. Before him stood a vision of African feminine beauty and power. Mildred stood there, looking spectacular in a black tank top, black leather pants and thigh-high boots, with an ebony mask hiding her eyes and nose. Smiling wickedly, Mildred stepped forward, looking magnificent and powerful in her guise as Dominant Noire.
