As Salaam Alaikum, my dear. Thank you for coming by. I'm Mistress Sagal, the only Somali Muslim dominatrix on this planet. As far as I know. Got a story to share with you. It's about my BDSM journey. Before we go any further, I want to disabuse you of the notion that Muslim men and Muslim women are somehow different from other human beings. We definitely need sex too, get over it.
Why is an observant Muslim woman like myself involved in something as haram as BDSM? I can see the Imams and the Sheikhs shaking their fists in anger at the very thought of a Muslim sister like me doing kinky things. Well, why in hell not? I'm a good Muslim sister and know my holy book by heart. The way I understand that, what I do isn't technically wrong. Let me explain, please.
Muslim men and Muslim women reading this tale, especially the ones from the motherland of Africa, may be shaking their heads in disgust. Then again, they might be actually turned on, since they're on an online spot dedicated to erotic writing. Yes, I know that lots of Muslim women watch porn and read erotica, as do lots of Muslim men. Nothing surprises me anymore in this world, and with good reason.
Anyhow, I know the rules of my Islamic faith, in regards to what is sexually permissible and what is considered haram or forbidden. Muslim men may not fuck other men in the butt, nor may Muslim men fuck women in the butt, that is absolutely true. Still, there's no admonition against Muslim women strapping it on and fucking men, is there? Therefore, this Somali Muslim dominatrix isn't breaking any taboos by fucking men up the ass with her strap-on dildo. Thank you very much.
I grew up in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, the daughter of Somali Muslim immigrants who came here from the lovely but war-torn nation of Somalia in the 1990s. I don't remember anything about Somalia, which my family fled because of the tribal wars which plagued our nation for a very long time. I consider myself as Canadian as maple syrup, and the last time an annoying old white dude asked me where I came from, I told him to go fuck himself. Canadian enough for you?
When most people meet me, they often think I'm soft and sweet. Five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, with dark brown skin and long dark hair which I usually tuck away under my Hijab, that's me. I've also got a big round booty that even my traditional long dresses can't hide. If you saw me on my way to the mosque on a Friday, I'd look like any observant Muslim sister. Long dress, Hijab, and pious expression, that's me. There's so much more to women like me than the world knows, seriously.
I discovered the world of BDSM while studying Police Foundations at Algonquin College in Nepean, Ontario. A brother named Youssef Aden told me all about it. When I saw this tall, muscular, dark-skinned brother originally from the nation of Djibouti, I thought he was a tough guy. He was the supervisor of a security team in one of the big box stores which make up College Square in the Nepean area.
"What on earth are you watching?" I asked Youssef when I ran into him at the Algonquin College library, on that fateful rainy Thursday evening. Youssef, who was a part time student at Algonquin College in those days, was browsing the Internet, and I wasn't surprised that the supposedly strict Muslim brother from Djibouti was looking at porn. I was surprised by what kind of porn he was looking at, though...
"Oh shit, this isn't what it looks like, I'm, uh, doing research," Youssef said sheepishly, and I looked at his computer screen and smiled, then shook my head. Youssef was looking at unorthodox porn alright. A blonde-haired white woman had a black man on all fours and she was sodomizing him with a strap-on dildo. I had to laugh at the wrongness of the image, and the sheer absurdity of it.
"So, Youssef, you want to get fucked up the ass by Becky with a strap-on?" I teased, and I grabbed a chair and sat next to him. Youssef tried to click out of the video but I grabbed his hand and stopped him. Youssef looked at me and his smile vanished. A lot of people, including my fellow Muslims, underestimate me because I wear the Hijab and conduct myself in a reserved manner...most of the time. They usually don't see me coming...
"Sister, please let go," Youssef pleaded, and I grinned and shook my head. I took the mouse from him and clicked, and the video resumed playing. The blonde-haired white chick in the porn video fucked the brother on his back while stroking his dick, and she totally made him her bitch. I felt aroused by this for some reason. I swear my pussy twitched and got wet. Youssef seemed to pick up on this, and his demeanor relaxed, somewhat...
"Interesting stuff," I said, and Youssef, seemingly emboldened, began to show me more. Youssef told me about Fetlife, where lots of freaky people into BDSM and Kink like to gather. That's what piqued my interest. Also, the idea of a dominant woman having her way with a man to the point of emasculating him turned me on. I barely knew anything about BDSM but my urge to dominate was there. It just needed to be activated. And I had a ready-made submissive to play with...
"I've been looking for a Mistress for a long time," Youssef said to me, a couple of days later, and I smiled and nodded. We were sitting inside the Tim Horton's off of Woodroffe Avenue, just a couple of African Muslims chatting. With Youssef's help, I made a profile, and added him as a friend. I called myself Mistress Sagal ( not my real name), a name I totally liked, plus my real name does start with an S so that kind of suited me.
