"Let's see, you're always talking shit about Black women online, and get into lengthy arguments with random sisters on Facebook and Instagram but you secretly crave Black female domination?" Dr. Theresa Robillard said, looking at her patient, Nicolas Agenor, as he sat on the couch, and confessed his innermost secrets. The big and tall, well-dressed young Black man leaned back on the couch and nodded. At last, he revealed what the good doctor suspected all along...
Like a lot of young Black men who have issues with strong Black women, Nicolas Agenor had a submissive streak the length of Lake Erie. Dr. Theresa Robillard was definitely not surprised by the young brother's revelation. The same brothers who complained all damn day that Black women were too bossy secretly wished to be dominated by Black women...
"I think that's why I've got anger issues towards all of them strong sisters," Nicolas said softly, and as Dr. Theresa Robillard nodded, he continued with his little spiel. The young brother spoke, going into great detail about his anger issues toward Black women, and the fact that he scoured the Internet for images of Black women dominating Black men in BDSM scenarios. Talk about a conundrum, Dr. Theresa Robillard thought...
"What do the dominant sisters do to you in those BDSM fantasies of yours?" Dr. Theresa Robillard asked with a smile, and Nicolas sighed, and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. The good doctor licked her lips, sensing that things were about to get even juicer. She'd been treating Nicolas Agenor, the son of a wealthy Haitian-Canadian family from Montreal, Quebec, for the past two months. Recently, they'd made a veritable breakthrough and he finally got to the root of what was bothering him...
"In my fantasies, an older Black woman in Black leather ties me up and spanks me, and she slaps me around too," Nicolas confessed, and Dr. Theresa Robillard smiled, getting titillated in spite of herself. It was difficult to maintain the clinical detachment that the good doctor usually displayed when dealing with other patients. When dealing with confused young Black men, things got occasionally murky for the good doctor...
After all, Dr. Theresa Robillard, a fifty-year-old licenced psychiatrist educated at McGill University, was also a Haitian-Canadian divorcee and mother of a college-age son. Nicolas was twenty two years old, a grad student at Concordia University, and a lot of his worries and fears were those of young brothers in Dr. Theresa Robillard's own family. That's why the good doctor felt so much empathy for Nicolas...
"There's nothing wrong with liking Black female domination, Nicolas," Dr. Theresa Robillard said, licking her lips, and she locked eyes with Nicolas. The young man looked at her, and she watched as a bulge grew in his pants. Nicolas Agenor crossed his legs, in the manner of men who got an unexpected boner while in the presence of a sultry female. Dr. Theresa Robillard smiled, loving every second of Nicolas discomfort. Torture was one of her favorite past times...
"Oh, Doc, it doesn't stop there, the other day I had a dream where this Black dominatrix bent me over and fucked me with a strap-on," Nicolas blurted out, and Dr. Theresa Robillard smiled, and nodded. Dr. Theresa Robillard shifted in her chair, and crossed her thick, sexy legs. Clad in a White blouse and knee-length White skirt, the good doctor managed to look both sexy and professional. And she knew she had an effect on the handsome, and oh-so confused young Nicolas...
"What did this Black dominatrix looked like, in your dream?" Dr. Theresa Robillard asked, and Nicolas bit his lip, all of a sudden he looked very uncomfortable. Sensing that she was edging closer to yet another juicy discovery or confession, she leaned forward, and Nicolas eyes went to her breasts, just like she knew they would. Nicolas sighed, and then shrugged, and the good doctor smiled. This was going to be good...
"Doc, I'm sorry, but, um, the Black dominatrix in my dream looked like you," Nicolas confessed, and then he looked away, embarrassed. Nicolas thought of all the time he spent on Facebook, angrily calling young Black women hood rats, ghetto birds and other names. Not a day went by that he didn't complain about Black women being too bossy, or too loud, yet he was secretly turned on by their strength and dominance. And now he was fantasizing about the psychiatrist that his wealthy parents hired to help him deal with his issues...
"I'm so sorry," Nicolas said, and in spite of himself, he felt tears well up in his eyes. The young brother did not know what to do with himself. Dr. Theresa Robillard smiled with satisfaction for a moment, and then rose from her chair. Slowly, moving in a deliberately sexy manner, the good doctor walked up to her sobbing patient. Time for her to take control of the situation. Tenderly, Dr. Theresa Robillard put her hands on Nicolas broad shoulders, and looked into his eyes...
"Nicolas, there is nothing wrong with you, you are a submissive Black man, and you exist to serve a strong Black woman, it doesn't make you weak, on the contrary, it makes you strong, now, are you ready to serve?" Dr. Theresa Robillard asked, and Nicolas Agenor looked up at her, and smiled hesitantly. When the good doctor's eyes met his, he shuddered, and his heart skipped a beat. Finally, he stopped fighting what he'd been feeling all along...