"Jamila, I must admit, when I first saw you in the Capital University library, I thought you were soft and sweet," Jean-Paul Stephens said with a nervous smile, and he looked upon his dominatrix with newfound reverence. Mistress Karangwa, also known as Jamila Karangwa, smiled at the burly, handsome and dark-skinned young Haitian gentleman who sat across from her. The Ugandan-born Muslim dominatrix pursed her lips before replying...
From the onset, Jamila Karangwa, born in the City of Kampala, Capital of Uganda, and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario, could be described as a difficult woman. The tall, lovely, curvy, gorgeously dark-skinned and impeccably dressed, forty-something African lady liked to have her way and didn't like it when anyone opposed her. That being said, she was so used to having to fight, to dominate others, that she wasn't sure how to proceed when someone put themselves under her command...
"You are looking for a black female dominant?" Jamila Karangwa recalled saying as she dined with Jean-Paul Stephens at the Starbucks located inside the campus library. They were just getting to know each other at the time. Jamila was usually guarded in her dealings with men, especially younger black men, but there was something quite appealing and strangely disarming about Jean-Paul Stephens. Only twenty three, Jean-Paul carried himself with a maturity beyond his age. That's why Jamila Karangwa accepted him as a potential submissive, a learner in the ways of BDSM...
"Not everything powerful or dangerous looks it, sometimes, the most dangerous things look the most innocuous," Mistress Karangwa replied, pulling herself out of her little trip down memory lane. Stephens nodded respectfully, as understanding dawned in his mind. Jamila Karangwa was the genuine article. A year ago, while working on a criminal law paper in the Capital University library, he met a most remarkable woman. What followed was absolutely astounding...
"What first went through your mind when you saw me?" Jamila Karangwa asked Jean-Paul, and the young Haitian sipped his drink, and leaned back in his chair. A sly smile crept across his round, handsome face and Jamila smiled. She knew that this was going to be good. Jean-Paul Stephens was certainly a cool and rather unique individual, that's for damn sure.
"I saw a tall, fine sister with lovely dark chocolate skin, a thick ass and a nice Afro and decided to holler, and I got more than I bargained for," Stephens said softly, as he recalled his first meeting with Jamila Karangwa, the Muslim lady from the City of Kampala, Uganda. The African MILF was a newcomer to Capital University, having decided to return to school after getting married, becoming a mother and subsequently getting into a nasty divorce with her ex-husband, Mohammed Karangwa.
"That's what you were meant to see," Mistress Karangwa said to Stephens, and the young Haitian man nodded, amazed. He thought of all the fun and wicked things that he and Mistress Karangwa had done together, and smiled. The tall, sinfully sexy, Afro-sporting African Muslim gal definitely put Stephens through his paces, and he couldn't get enough of her...
"I bow to your supreme beauty, strength and intelligence, Mistress Karangwa," Jean-Paul Stephens said, and the lovely African lady watched, amazed, as the young Haitian scholar genuflected before her. Jamila Karangwa still couldn't believe how eager Jean-Paul Stephens was to serve her. The other black men she'd dealt with found the idea of submitting to a strong black woman in the bedroom absolutely absurd. The Haitian stud was so different...
"And I am happy to accept the gift of your submission, handsome," Mistress Karangwa replied, and she smiled at Jean-Paul Stephens, who looked at her adoringly. Mistress Karangwa smiled, recalling how doggedly Jean-Paul had pursued her throughout the year. While most black men out there thought that modern black women were too loud and too bossy, Jean-Paul Stephens of Haiti seemed to crave black female domination. How about that?
