Faisal Waberi sat behind the computer, on an isolated corner of the Carleton University library, and smiled as he typed the words "black femdom," on the search engine. Immediately, all manner of hits popped up, displaying scantily clad women of African descent, some of them holding whips, others stroking phallic objects. Very nice, Faisal thought excitedly.
Born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Somali Muslim immigrant parents, Faisal Waberi has always been something of an odd duck. Six-foot-two, kind of chubby, with charcoal skin and a smooth shaved head, he resembled the late great Rapper and Hollywood Icon Biggie Smalls, only he was taller and darker-skinned. A die-hard nerd who could do your taxes and fix your computer but was quite awkward socially, Faisal was fascinated by a certain type of lady. The kind that was considered haram in his Islamic faith...
"Now that's what I like," Faisal said to himself, and he checked out the black female dominants available in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The Canadian Capital could be considered lily-white in most regards, but its BDSM scene was magically somewhat diverse. For Faisal's purposes, it would do just fine. Browsing through the numerous profiles, Faisal waited patiently until something caught his interest.
It was a steamy, unseasonably warm Wednesday evening in early October, and a blistering heat choked the City of Ottawa. Faisal, who has family in the City of Calgary, Alberta, heard from them that snow was already falling out west. Speaking of steamy, Faisal cocked an eyebrow when he saw the next profile. Come play with Mistress Veronique Noir, read the tag line, and Faisal clicked on it.
Mistress Veronique Noir's profile definitely didn't do her justice, as far as Faisal was concerned. The lady was pretty, with skin of a dark chocolate hue, and long dark hair that was neatly braided. She stood five-foot-ten, and one hundred and seventy five pounds. My kind of lady, Faisal thought. He liked women with a body, not those stick figures he was constantly surrounded by on campus.
The ladies on the Carleton University were pretty and diverse, but left Faisal somewhat cold. Just like the City that most of them called home. At the age of twenty six, Faisal was pursuing his MBA at Carleton University, after obtaining a bachelor's degree in sociology from the University of Calgary. Faisal was starting to regret moving to the City of Ottawa, whose entertainment centers were sorely lacking.
"Don't forget why you came to Ottawa," Faisal reminded himself, even as he continued browsing Mistress Veronique Noir's profile. He was quite bored, and the alluring black female dominant seemed like just what he needed. The lady was enticing, and she damn well better be, for Faisal was about to spend his bottom dollar on her. After paying rent for his Vanier apartment, Faisal had five hundred and seventy six dollars left. He was about to spend half of that on her...
Faisal browsed a few other profiles...and yawned. There were perhaps thirty professional female dominants in the City of Ottawa, and six were Asian, while only five were black. Everyone else was some type of Caucasian female. While a lot of black Muslim men craved white women, Faisal had a thing for the chocolate ladies...leather-clad and bossy ones only. Mistress Veronique Noir, formerly of Jamaica, definitely stood out from the rest.
After a brief hesitation, Faisal took down the phone number, and as the profile required, he sent a text as a greeting, introducing himself as Frank, black male with money looking for some kinky fun. Faisal's heart skipped a beat as he awaited the lady's reply. It got so bad that he got up to go to the washroom, and when he came back, a reply was waiting for him.
"Hello Frank, this is Mistress Veronique Noir, I'm a dominant, as in strictly top, I'm not an escort, I dominate men of all races, to the tune of two fifty an hour, I do bondage, pegging, and corporal punishment, reserving the hard-core punishment stuff for my regular clientele," read the lady's swift message. Faisal read every line, nodded, and found himself smiling.
"Salaam, Mistress Veronique Noir, I'm fine with all that, this brother is very much curious about black female dominance, and has been for a long time," Faisal replied, and then he awaited her response. As he looked at the words he'd just typed after clicking send, Faisal realized that he'd made a mistake. No man named Frank would greet a lady, or anyone, with a Salaam, this was something a Muslim man would do. He'd just blown his cover...
"Hello, Frank, are you a Muslim?" Mistress Veronique Noir replied, with a smiley face icon for emphasis. Faisal took a deep breath, and hesitated. While he was born a Muslim, he definitely wasn't the most religious guy out there. Also, patriarchal Islam dictated that women were subordinate to men, and Faisal felt just the opposite. He got a boner whenever he watched porn featuring leather-clad women who berated, slapped around, and otherwise dominated men. Yeah, he was definitely not the average Muslim...
"Yes, ma'am, I'm Faisal, not Frank, and I'm sorry I lied, but a lot of female dominants I contact don't like men of my faith," Faisal replied truthfully, and the seconds ticked by before Mistress Veronique Noir replied. When Faisal saw the lady's reply, he grinned from ear to ear, not believing his amazing frigging luck. This is going to be my lucky day, Faisal thought, laughing.
"No need to apologize, Faisal, I like your honesty, and I love Muslim men, so, when do you want to book a session?" Mistress Veronique Noir typed, and Faisal replied almost immediately. It was six o'clock and she told him to show up at a certain address in an hour. Faisal nodded, and then he got up and gathered his belongings. He went to the Athletics Center, took a shower, then hopped on the 7 bus going to the Saint Laurent Mall from Carleton.
"This is going to be hot," Faisal said to himself as he rode the bus, bubbling with excitement. The bus soon arrived at Rideau, and he got off, stopped at the ATM and headed to a place in the By Ward Market. Once there, he took a deep breath, looked at the old brownstone building, and hit the buzzer number three. Two minutes later, the door swung open and a vision of beauty greeted the adventurous but nervous young Somali student.
