The Overbrook area of Vanier, Ontario, looks bland and quite deceptively so. This neighborhood has a Lebanese Christian church, a stately mosque, several black churches and a plethora of black restaurants. Haitians, Africans, Arabs, First Nations folks and French Canadians form the majority of the local populace. Soleil Des Iles restaurant, which serves truly amazing and delicious Haitian food, is simply the best. The long lines at the counter are a testament to that. They absolutely take their time but the food is worth it. The heroine of our tale likes the place for both food and sex, real talk...
For a long time, Soleil Des Iles was Dalvina Saint-Preux's favorite spot. It is where the alluring Haitian gal goes when she's hungry for Haitian food, and Haitian men. It's just the way she gets down. Dalvina works in a lily-white workplace so during her free time, she likes to be surrounded by her own people. Sooner or later, every Haitian person in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, will drag their asses to one of the local Haitian restaurants. Dalvina is a huntress of men, and black men at that. This huntress goes where the prey is to be found, like any sensible player would.
A few months ago, Dalvina went to Soleil Des Iles restaurant in Vanier for some good old Haitian griot, and saw a vision of masculine beauty waiting in line. The brother in question was Maurice Jean-Baptiste. The prototypical tall, dark and handsome type that Dalvina cannot resist. He still had on his UPS uniform. Dalvina is a sucker for a man in uniform. Security guards, firefighters, and even Tim Hortons workers, Dalvina likes them all. A lot of Dalvina's lady friends at the Canada Revenue Agency prefer to date fellow professionals. Dalvina finds professionals boring as fuck. The working-class guys are what makes Dalvina's pussy wet.
Dalvina graduated from the University of Ottawa's Telfer School of Business with an MBA in June 2019. She was only twenty one at the time, perks of being a prodigy. In the five years since, Dalvina has been working for the Canada Revenue Agency as an auditor. When certain CRA workers played fast and loose with Covid money, Dalvina was among the team of internal auditors who busted them. A lot of them got fired because of her. The Canadian government doesn't play and Dalvina is one of its enforcers. What does this lady do for fun? Oh, Dalvina is wilder than her government worker colleagues could ever dream. This Haitian Canadian diva is a dominatrix, folks.
A certain square red brick building adjacent to the park and the Lebanese Christian church is home to Dalvina's den of iniquity. The basement of that building has been converted into a full dungeon. The dungeon is something else, complete with a Saint Andrews Cross, benches, racks, and instruments that include floggers, whips, ball gags, handcuffs, strap-on dildos, vibrators and more. Basically, the dungeon contains everything that a kinky lady like Dalvina needs to entertain the men who come to her. Ninety nine percent of black dominatrices cater mainly to white guys. Mademoiselle Dalvina only deals with black men. Someone's got to be there for the brothers, and Dalvina is the right woman for the damn job.
"Do as you're told, sub," Mademoiselle Dalvina said curtly. The six-foot-tall, chubby and dark-skinned black dominatrix looked sternly at her slave, Maurice Jean-Baptiste. The tall, bald-headed black man nodded obediently. Satisfied, Mademoiselle Dalvina got on all fours and spread her thick ass cheeks wide open. Maurice got on his knees and brought his handsome face close to Mademoiselle Dalvina's posterior. As the Prime Sub in Mademoiselle Dalvina's stable of black male servants, it was Maurice's duty to tend to that booty.
