"So, I heard you Haitian guys in Ottawa are really thirsty for us Djibouti and Somali ladies, I bet you were expecting us to be all submissive and shit since we're Muslim and all, well, I'm bossy so deal with it," Mistress Habiba Alwan said with a triumphant smirk. The object of her tirade simply nodded at her and said nothing, and Mistress Habiba nodded in approval. A good man knows when to shut up...
The Djibouti Muslim dominatrix licked her lips as she looked at Roland Magloire, the six-foot-two, burly and handsome young Haitian man who gently pressed his lips against her lovely feet, a gesture of supplication if there ever was one. A lot of Black men in the world of BDSM had problems submitting to a strong Black woman, but Roland seemed to take to it nicely...
In her day to day life, Habiba Alwan encountered all manners of men and they were boring for the most part. After earning her MBA at Carleton University's Sprott School of Business, Habiba Alwan began working for the Toronto Dominion Bank in downtown Ottawa. A decent job with good pay, to be sure, but Habiba wanted more out of life, hence the reason why she dabbled into BDSM...
Stark naked, his dark-hued, muscular form glistening in the well-lit basement, Roland Magloire was truly a vision of masculine beauty. From the first time Habiba Alwan laid eyes on Roland at a munch for Black BDSM aficionados in the By Ward Market area of Ottawa, she knew the Algonquin College student would be easy pickings. The handsome, well-dressed Haitian brother walked about with a unique swagger, but Habiba could see right through him.
As a Black Muslim female who openly dabbles in the world of BDSM, Habiba Alwan had come across a lot of outwardly strong men who were nevertheless submissive, yet quite often didn't even know this about themselves. That's what drew her to Roland, and the fact that as a strong Black man, he represented the ultimate challenge for a dominant Black woman. Would he submit to her will and womanly power?
"My mistake, Mistress Habiba," Roland Magloire replied meekly, and he looked at the tall, curvaceous Djiboutian dominatrix who sat on a throne-like chair in the basement of her townhouse in Barrhaven, Ontario. Clad in a bright blue Hijab and matching Jilbab dress, Mistress Habiba Alwan looked gorgeous and serene, and Roland couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Now, I know that I didn't tell you to stop kissing my feet, sub," Mistress Habiba replied haughtily and Roland nodded, and then began sucking on her lovely toes. Grinning, Habiba felt a tingle in her pussy as Roland continued to polish her toes with his tongue, taking great care to lick and suck each and every single one. Such a promising sub, to be sure...
"Anything else I can do for you while I'm down here, Mistress?" Roland asked coyly, and Mistress Habiba Alwan smiled naughtily, and then pulled back her Jilbab dress, revealing the fishnet stockings and bright blue thong which she wore underneath. Parting her thick, sexy brown legs, Mistress Habiba pulled down her thong, revealing her hairy cunt.
"Sub, you know what to do," Mistress Habiba said, and Roland grinned, and then buried his face between her legs. First, Roland inhaled the scent of Mistress Habiba's pussy, and smiled. Every woman smells differently down below. Roland had never been with a Djibouti woman, though he'd been with quite a few ladies from his homeland of Haiti, as well as a few local White women here in Ottawa. He felt Mistress Habiba shudder as he began eating her pussy. Nice. At least he was making progress with her.
"Hmm, you are good at this," Mistress Habiba cooed softly, and she smiled and ran her hands through Roland's thick afro as the Haitian brother licked her pussy with gusto, like a thirsty nomad finding an oasis after wandering the desert for days. Leaning back on her chair, Mistress Habiba spread her thick thighs wide, and pinched her nipples as Roland pleasured her, flicking his tongue on her clitoris while sliding two fingers into her cunt.
