"Essential services, that's what I provide, like any good businesswoman, I know my clientele and their special needs," I smiled to myself as I read these words on the Temple of Noir website, which advertises my services to the entire world. There are a lot of Black dominatrix types out there but I, Mistress Shay Noir, am the only one catering to the hidden needs of the outwardly macho, and secretly submissive Black male.
If you saw me walking down the street, you'd never suspect what I'm into, and that's how I like it. In the vanilla world, I am known as Shaima Hussein. Mistress Shay Noir is my alter ego, you see. I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Somali Muslim immigrant father and a White Canadian mother. I grew up to be six feet two inches tall, curvy, big-bottomed and sexy, with light brown skin, light brown eyes and long Black hair which I keep neatly braided. I am proud of my African roots and I am very Afro-centric.
A lot of people think that if you're half Black and half White, then you're automatically a sellout and Black politics don't interest you. That's not true, at least not with me. I love the African in me. I grew up reading the works of Cornell West, Neil Degrasse Tyson, Oprah Winfrey, Edwidge Danticat, E. Lynn Harris, Teejay LeCapois, Omar Tyree, and other prominent Black writers from the U.S. I studied accounting at the University of Toronto, and moved to the City of Ottawa to work for the Canada Revenue Agency.
Even though I work for the Canadian government, I continue to be very active in the local Black community. The City of Ottawa is ripe for Black political activism, given the stuff that happens here. I have marched with Black Lives Matter to protest the death of that Somali man who died at the hands of Ottawa police in Hintonburg, for example. My search for my Black identity led me to the world of BDSM, and I discovered that I am a dominant. That's what I am. A Black female dominant. I embrace who I am, and use it to help others.
There's a lot of Black dominatrix websites out there, and the Black women on those sites cater exclusively to White guys, as if Black men don't exist. I like to dominate Black men, and I do so lovingly. Recently, I came across a Black female dominant, Afro something or other, who catered only to White males, and claimed to refuse to dominate Black men because she loves them too much. What a load of crock!
Seriously, how can a Black female dominant claim to love Black men if she won't play with them? I know that there is much more to the Black man than a strong body and sheer machismo. Lots of brothers are sensitive, and have needs and desires that a lot of Black women, uptight bitches that they are, refuse to acknowledge. Me? I'm ahead of the game. I accept the Black man for who he is. I'm a good sister that way.
"I came to the right place, then, ma'am," said my latest client, Henry Dorvil. The tall, handsome Haitian-American brother looked good in a dark blue suit, White silk shirt and tie. I do like a sharp-dressed Black man, that's for damn sure. I did my homework on this dapper gentleman, and I must say, for once, I really liked what I found.
Henry here is a realtor with Kelton Realty, they've got a corner on the real estate market in this part of Ontario, Canada. He studied business at Carleton University in Ottawa, graduated with honors from the MBA program and has a daughter named Eve with a White woman, Miranda Winters. Henry Dorvil and Miranda Winters never married, and although they share custody of Eve, they haven't lived together in over a decade. It's interesting to see a brother who was so obviously into White women come back into the fold.
"You certainly did, Mr. Dorvil," I replied, and with that, I welcomed my latest supplicant into my dungeon. I live in the Ford area of Ottawa, not far from South Keys. The neighborhood is quiet, mostly immigrant families and a lot of old White folks. I live in a nice townhouse on top of the hill, and I've lived there for over a decade. My neighbors would never suspect what I do behind closed doors, and that's how I like it.
"Henry, you are now Henrietta, time to let out your inner sissy bitch," I said sternly, and Henry did as he was told. I watched as the burly brother took off his suit, and then let out that which he'd been hiding for most of his life. Lots of buff, manly, outwardly tough brothers are into the kinds of fetishes that would shock their families, friends and co-workers. They need someplace to express that, and I provide a safe, pleasurable environment.
"Yes ma'am," Henry said, and he put on a wig, and a bright pink bra, complete with bright pink panties and a nice-looking pantyhose. I like my Black male sluts to be outfitted good and proper, and Henry/Henrietta definitely did not disappoint. I looked at my latest Black male sissy and smiled with satisfaction. And now, ladies and gentlemen, the magic touch...
"Try this shade of lipstick," I said, and I applied the lipstick to Henrietta's puckered lips, and my Black male sissy's beauty amazed me once everything was complete. I sat on a high-backed chair, and told Henrietta to put on a show for me. I smiled as Henrietta began to twerk for me, and I smacked my sexy Black male sissy on the butt, loving the way he moved for his mistress. That's a good slut, seriously.
"Got a surprise for you," I said, and I clapped my hands and out of the shadows of my basement emerged a perfect specimen of man. Standing six feet three inches tall, Ibrahim Osman is simply magnificent. Lean, muscular, dark-skinned and well-endowed, the Somali-Canadian Muslim stud is a wonder to behold. Ibrahim is an engineering student at Carleton University and he lives nearby. Oh, and he's bisexual and has no qualms about fucking women or men, or both. I love that in a brother!
