"I'm sorry, my brother, but I don't deal with black male subs," Mistress Haram said casually into the phone, polite but firm as usual. As one of a few black female professional dominants operating in the City of Regina, Saskatchewan, she was used to fielding unusual requests. Still, this one was a no-brainer. From the accent on the other end, she could tell that she was dealing with a foreign-born young black man. Probably some pup trying to experiment, and waste her time...
Mistress Haram had a simple policy when it comes to her work as a professional dominatrix. She dealt with men and women of all hues, except the ones of African descent. There were many reasons behind that decision. For a black dominatrix, dealing with black submissive types should be a no-brainer, but it definitely wasn't. To protect her emotional integrity and for a few other reasons, Mistress Haram didn't play with her own kind.
"Ma'am, I wish you'd reconsider, I promise I'm not like the others," the male voice said at the other end, and Mistress Haram sighed. Having been an escort for almost two decades, and a professional dominatrix for almost as long, Mistress Haram was used to having men try to bargain with her. If they weren't haggling over her rates, they were blaming her when they couldn't get their, ahem, tools working. That or some other nonsense...
"My brother, sorry, but my decision is final," Mistress Haram said, and she leaned back on the couch, in her plush townhouse in the east end of metropolitan Regina. Working in the world's oldest profession, when done right, definitely had its advantages and rewards. Mistress Haram catered to a select clientele, and was actually quite surprised that this random young black man had managed to get hold of her...
"Wait till you see what I'm into," the young man insisted, and as Mistress Haram got ready to click off the phone, it buzzed in her hand. Pausing, she looked at the text message she'd just received. A faint smile crept into Mistress Haram's beautiful face, and she shook her head. For the young man had just sent her a picture of a light-skinned, curvy young black woman fucking a dark-skinned black man with a strap-on dildo in a swimming pool. The couple seemed to be enjoying their private fun...
"Alright, young man, what's your name again?" Mistress Haram asked, and she swiftly saved the picture message to the thumbnail gallery in her iPhone. In her time, Mistress Haram had seen a lot. White male business executives who liked to get tied up, spanked and strap-on fucked by dominant black women, Asian women who liked to get fisted and pissed on, Muslim guys with a cuckolding fetish, and more. She'd never met or heard of a black man who liked to get fucked by a black woman with a strap-on dildo, that's for damn sure...
A lot of men and women of all shades sought Mistress Haram because of her exotic allure. At five feet eleven inches tall in her bare feet, she was sturdy and curvy, with dark brown skin and a thick Afro. Blessed with an Amazonian physique, one all the more accentuated by her large breasts, wide hips, thick legs and her big, round and stunningly thick ass, Mistress Haram was lovely and powerful. Women and men were drawn to her and she welcomed the attention, with a few exceptions...
"I'm Wahid, ma'am, I'm twenty one, I'm from Senegal, and I really, really want to get dominated by you," the young man said eagerly, and Mistress Haram smiled to herself, not believing what she was hearing. In her dealings with black men, Mistress Haram found that ninety nine percent of them were into macho bullshit and found black female dominance to be a threat to their precious masculinity. For this and many other reasons, Mistress Haram swore off black men...
"So, Mr. Wahid, what is it about black female dominance that intrigues you?" Mistress Haram heard herself ask, and the young man chuckled softly, and started telling her more about himself and his fantasies. Normally, Mistress Haram didn't like to chit-chat with potential clients, unless there was a previous agreement, but something about Wahid kind of, sort of, well, intrigued her. This brother who claimed from Senegal apparently didn't come from the Black School of Machismo...