"I love my Black men, and I happen to know there's more to the whole lot of you than the macho bullshit, lots more, that's why I do this," Mistress Africa said patiently to her new sub Raymond as she applied lubricant all over her strap-on dildo. The six-foot-tall, curvy, brown-skinned and curly-haired biracial young woman smiled with complete and utter satisfaction as she saw a look of fear mixed with anticipation in Raymond's eyes.
Deep in the basement of Mistress Africa's West London townhouse, the fun was just beginning. When the six-foot-two, burly and gorgeously dark-skinned young Black man contacted Mistress Africa on her fetish website, Mistress Africa's Den, it was a most pleasant surprise. The dominatrix's services were indeed quite costly, at two hundred euros per session. Mistress Africa certainly hadn't expected to be hearing from such a unique young man, to be sure...
By all counts, Raymond Armand was quite promising as a potential sub. Twenty two years old, an engineering student at London Metropolitan University, Raymond Armand was a newcomer to London by way of his hometown of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. Well, Mistress Africa intended to give Raymond a proper welcome to the most beautiful city in the United Kingdom.
The fascinating young woman known as Mistress Africa had been involved in the fetish lifestyle as a professional dominatrix for five years now, and most of her clients tended to be either middle-aged White males, curious male college students or the odd queer woman. The few minorities that Mistress Africa encountered were Chinese guys and Indian guys. Apparently, Black men tended to be allergic to "Femdom", or so Mistress Africa thought.
"Yes mistress," Raymond replied, and Mistress Africa walked up to him, moving her hips in a slow, deliberately sexy manner that turned Raymond on all the more. This one is going to be so much fun, Mistress Africa thought. Growing up in West London, England, as the daughter of Alexander Garrett, originally from Jamaica, and Wendy Winters-Garrett, a White British native, Eleanor Garrett knew she was different...in ways that she didn't understand at the time.
Contrarily to what many in the United Kingdom thought, life wasn't easy for the biracial offspring of Black men and White women. As a matter of fact, from early on, Eleanor Garrett was utterly fascinated by darker-skinned people. The fact that her mother whisked her away to the lily-white British countryside after the divorce only intensified Eleanor's fascination with the darker-hued members of the African race. Instinctively, Eleanor knew that these were her people, in spite of her mother's attempt to Whitewash her existence.
At the age of eighteen, Eleanor Garrett left rural England and returned to London. The city of her dreams and her birthplace. After graduating from Cambridge University with a business management degree, Eleanor began working for the U.K. government. Working for the Cameron government as part of the West London Tourism Board was a cushy job with a lot of perks. Eleanor Garrett was making one hundred and twenty thousand euros a year, and lived in a nice townhouse in West London.
Unfortunately, once Prime Minister Cameron left office, the Brexit Bunch came and got rid of a lot of Cameron loyalists, including one Eleanor Garrett. Unable to maintain her lavish lifestyle, Eleanor looked for work in a variety of sectors, to no avail. Finally, she landed a mid-level management position with MacLeod Enterprises, a startup company in Uxbridge.
