For as long as I can remember I've enjoyed tying girls up. There's nothing wrong with that if the ladies are willing, is there? My name is Darwin James Mathieu, my friends and family call me D.J. and I'm a big and tall young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business administration at Carleton University and I am also into BDSM. I love games of dominance and submission in the bedroom. I am bisexual, but kind of sticking to the ladies at the moment. Guys are a lot of fun but the local ones get clingy after you fuck them so I'm sticking to women because, surprisingly, they're less clingy than gay dudes after sex!
Typically I meet a lot of white folks who come to me for sessions. I don't meet a lot of black women into BDSM and those that I know of prefer to play with white men. So you can imagine how I felt when I got a message from a young black Muslim woman named Yasmeena Ibrahim inquiring about BDSM. This lovely lady is a native of Mogadishu, Somalia, and she's been living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for the past two years. Yasmeena is twenty three years old, and her parents, Ali and Amal Ibrahim live in the City of Laval, Quebec. Yasmeena is all alone in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and studies at the University of Ottawa. Without her parents breathing down her neck, she was exploring her sexuality and her keen interest in BDSM. We began chatting online regularly, and then finally agreed to meet.
Our first meeting took place in the most public of venues, the Rideau Center food court in downtown Ottawa. I sat across from the tall, Hijab-wearing Somali gal in the long skirt and smiled. Thank you for coming my lovely sister, I said evenly. Yasmeena smiled, and then we talked about life, sex, BDSM and politics while eating some delicious food from Jimmy The Greek's restaurant. Yasmeena told me a bit about herself. Brought up in a conservative Muslim household, she's always felt different. I've been exploring my sexuality in secret for ages now, she said coyly. Do tell, I replied with a wink. I've always wondered about the sex lives of Muslim women who wear the Hijab.
What Yasmeena Ibrahim revealed to me was both touching and alarming. I knew that the Somali community was conservative but I had no idea that, just like their Arab neighbors, they'd punish a female severely if she had sex outside of marriage. That's why I had to sneak around to meet the girls and the guys, Yasmeena said with a sly wink. Good for you my sister, I laughed. She told me about Fatoumatta, a young woman she met at a mosque in Montreal. They met and sparks flew between them. They began seeing each other in secret, and had lots of hot, steamy lesbian sex when nobody was looking. Things got more complex when I began playing with guys, Yasmeena confessed, a faraway look obscuring her pretty face. I see, I said, stroking my goatee. Yasmeena went on, telling me about her secret, passionate relationship with a young Ethiopian Christian guy named Joseph Mahdere. Interfaith relationships and Muslim women don't mix but I loved him, she said wistfully.
I watched Yasmeena's pretty, animated face as she went on and on about her year-long secret romance with the Ethiopian guy and how it ended when he left her for a white chick. He's a modern-day black man through and true, Yasmeena said through gritted teeth. There was a world of bitterness in those lovely golden brown eyes of hers. Not all black men chase women of other races, I said confidently, gently touching her hand. Yasmeena looked at my hand on hers, and for a moment I thought I had crossed a line. Muslim women aren't big on shaking hands with guys outside their immediate family. You're very sweet and kind, she said with a smile. I'm not that sweet, I warned her, in a somewhat malicious tone. What do you mean by that? Yasmeena asked, some hesitation showing on her pretty face. I have to show you, I said, shrugging.
