Night falls over the East End of Ottawa. Snow blanketed the Canadian Capital along with the rest of Ontario on that Saturday evening. Trouble was brewing in the basement of an old Montreal Road building sandwiched between a grocery store and a French pharmacy. The red brick building, built in the late 1890s, is home to a bunch of immigrants. Haitians, Lebanese, Congolese, Chinese and others call the place home. A very lovely and mysterious lady rents an apartment in the basement. Sometimes the neighbors talk about her, because she meets with a lot of odd gentlemen at odd hours. Hmm, why is that?
"This is what I do to BBC thugs," Stefania Polydor said with a wicked smile. The curvy, dark-skinned Haitian diva looked gleeful after doing her thing. A burly black man seated on a high-backed chair watched her every move. Paul Constant shook his head as he looked at his dick, now trapped by the chastity device. All nine inches of it. For a while now, the big and tall Haitian man had been wanting to try some kinky stuff. The femdom stuff folks are always blathering on about. Did the brother get more than he bargained for?
"Shit," Paul Constant said, exhaling sharply. Stefania smiled satisfactorily and then opened her bag of tricks. Seated on the chair, stark naked and with his hands and feet bound, Paul was at her mercy. Stefania looks like all the pretty Haitian ladies who attend a certain Haitian Adventist church in downtown Ottawa on Saturdays, but that's just for show. This outwardly pious woman is leading a double life. Stefania is a dominatrix, folks. How about that?
"Oh I am just getting started," Stefania said, licking her lips. Paul frowned, wondering what she was getting at. A few weekends ago, Paul hooked up with Esther Mathurin, a tall and pretty Haitian lady of about forty-five. The alluring Haitian MILF happened to be good friends with Stefania. After banging the hell out of Esther Mathurin, Paul targeted Stefania. He figured that she'd been a good lay. If only the brother knew then what he knows now...
"So far this femdom shit seems tame," Paul said casually, almost arrogantly. Stefania turned around and faced Paul, hands on her hips. Born in the environs of Jacmel, in the heart of Haiti, Stefania lived in Malden, Massachusetts, for a few years before moving to Ottawa, Ontario. While attending Back Bay College in downtown Boston, Stefania was introduced to the practice of BDSM by a former lover. The lovely Haitian gal hasn't been the same since.
"Femdom is not shit, it's my life," Stefania said firmly, and Paul nodded as if he understood. Truth be told, Paul did not understand. Sure, he likes porn, like most men and quite a few women. Paul is familiar with BDSM scenes, where men tie up women and flog them before fucking them. He'd seen the 50 Shades movie series. He was also aware of men who liked to be dominated by women. The men were usually white, as were the women in those movies. As far as Paul was concerned, BDSM was white folks business.
"I just don't think the BDSM stuff is for black people, especially church-going Haitian Adventists like you and I," Paul said wistfully. Stefania smiled, and nodded understandingly. A long time ago, when Stefania's former boyfriend Stephen Gallimard introduced her to BDSM during their halcyon days at Back Bay College, she'd been thrilled and scared of her kinky side. In the years since, Stefania has grown more comfortable with her sexuality and her kinky side. Growth is part of life, as it were...
"BDSM isn't just for white folks, it is for people like you and me, I want to explore this lifestyle with other black people," Stefania said firmly. Paul sighed as he considered her words. He took a good look at Stefania, who looked alluring in her blue tank top, black leather skirt and black leather boots. Aware of Paul checking her out, Stefania turned around, and shook that big round ass of hers.