Indonesian Femdom for Blac Men

Tonight, the Heart & Crown restaurant was hosting the year's first official munch of the Female Domination/Male Submission Club of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. There were twelve people in attendance, seven men and five women. Among the attendees, two unique souls found themselves drawn to one another. A tall, slender Southeast Asian woman in a resplendent emerald dress and a tall, suited brother with an Afro, who seemed gaga over each other...

"So, Manal, what's a gal like you doing in a place like this?" Nidal Kotoka asked slyly, looking at the lovely Southeast Asian woman who sat opposite him, inside the Heart & Crown restaurant in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The lady in question smiled, and leaned back in her chair, a coy look on her pretty face. What is this gal thinking? Nidal wondered, not oblivious to the fact that they were the only non-Whites in this place...

"Hmm, good question, Nidal, let's just say that I'm fairly active in the local BDSM scene," Manal Abdulgani said, and she licked her lips, considering the big and tall, dark-skinned and dreadlocked, well-dressed young man who sat there, looking distinctly out of place in this fancy restaurant full of middle-aged White folks. I know how you feel young brother, Manal thought, recalling her first BDSM munch in the By Ward Market, not too long ago.

"Oh my," Nidal replied, and the young West African, originally from Ghana, smiled, considering what Manal Abdulgana, also known as Mistress Nana, was saying. He'd been admiring her profile on Fetlife for quite some time, and her contributions to discussion boards were notable for their intelligence and spiciness. This woman is not to be trifled with, Nidal mused.

From browsing Mistress Nana's profile, Nidal knew exactly what the lady was capable of. Pictures of her, in bondage gear, tying up guys and spanking them with a wooden paddle. Shots of her doing even more extreme things to male submissive types. Nidal recalled how he felt watching a two-minute clip of Mistress Nana bending a masked man over and stuffing his ass with a strap-on dildo. The young man found it both arousing and scary...

"Don't be intimidated, Nidal, we were all new to these things once, hell, I was more of a wreck than you are at my first munch, of course, I was new to a lot of things, I was fresh from Jakarta at the time," Manal said, and a faraway look crept into the lady's face. An Indonesian lady who's into kink, what will they think of next? Nidal pondered, smiling faintly.

"Oh, I'm not intimidated, just curious and here to explore," Nidal replied, and Manal smiled knowingly. Nidal has experienced many wonders since moving to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from his hometown of Koforidua, southern Ghana, that's for damn sure. Studying civil engineering at Carleton University, Nidal found himself surrounded by lovely women of all hues. Still, he never thought he'd get the chance to holler at a Muslim woman...until he met Manal Abdulgani, also known as Mistress Nana of Fetlife.

Manal Abdulgani, or Mistress Nana, as she was known in the online BDSM world, utterly fascinated Nidal. She was so different from the Hijab-wearing Muslim ladies who Nidal saw daily at Carleton University. This gal was fearless, bold, and yet, quite serene and most affable in her demeanor. If Nidal didn't know any better, he would have thought her some kind of college professor or government worker, not a kinky dame who enjoyed tormenting men...for a fee.

"And what do you like to explore?" Manal asked, leaning closer to Nidal, a wicked smile on her lovely face. The young Ghanaian Muslim stroked his goateed chin, and bit his lip. Should I tell her the truth? Nidal wondered. Manal's light brown eyes roved up and down Nidal, taking in every bit of his six-foot-three, somewhat chubby but still solid body. The brother managed to look stylish in his dark gray suit, blue silk shirt, Black tie and dark gray silk pants. Manal found his shiny Black Timberland boots positively amusing...

"Well, I get naughty sometimes and could use some light punishment," Nidal said, chuckling at his own joke, and Manal pressed her index finger against her lip, and shook her head. This one is a newbie and desperately trying to hide it, Manal thought, both annoyed and wryly amused. Although she'd been involved in the BDSM scene for over twenty years, the persistently naïve behavior of newbies never ceased to amaze Manal Abdulgani...

"Hmm, Nidal, I noticed how you liked the pictures on my profile, and posted lots of lewd comments on them, especially the ones where I'm pegging other men, you seem to get a kick out of watching me stuff their asses with my toys, is that your fantasy?" Manal asked, deadpan.

"Um, I plead the fifth," Nidal said, and the burly Ghanaian Muslim brother grinned nervously, suddenly looking like he was about to bolt. Manal gently laid her slender hand on the brother's massive hand, and smiled at him not unlike the way a serpent looks at a dove before embracing it fatally. Dominant and submissive exchanged a look, like predator and prey, a final glance before the kill, so to speak...

"We're in Canada now, Nidal, so, out with it, mister, answer my question," Manal demanded, and she was delighted to see the brother squirm a bit. All night he'd been sipping wine and acting like he was oh-so cool. Let's see how Mr. Ghana here reacts when I put some pressure on him, Manal thought, and she impatiently waited for Nidal's answer.

Watching Nidal squirm, Manal Abdulgani/Mistress Nana felt a thrill deep down below, in her womanly core. It was a sensation as familiar as it was arousing. A stir which Manal felt the first time she exposed to BDSM, when a former lover of hers, a young Frenchman named Guillaume something or other, asked her to spank him. Initially puzzled, Manal gave it a go, and liked it...

Born in the City of Jakarta, Indonesia, to a strict Muslim family, Manal Abdulgani seemed destined to a mundane life. Her father, Hamid Abdulgani, was a preacher at one of the largest Masjids in the Indonesian Capital region. Fortunately, the Fates had other plans for her. At the age of eighteen, Manal won a scholarship to study at the University of Ottawa in Ontario, Canada. The year was 1995, and in those days, Manal aspired to become an engineer and make her family proud.

While living in the City of Ottawa, Manal Abdulgani experienced a whole new world. At first, she was repulsed by the free-wheeling lifestyle of sex, drugs and casual flings embraced by many students on campus. Manal felt drawn to it, in spite of her strict Islamic upbringing. Around the same time, Manal was introduced to BDSM by one of her lovers. From that moment on, she'd never be the same. Fast forward twenty two years and Manal was an executive for Hydro Ottawa, having earned her engineering degree ages ago. Oh, and she was also moonlighting as Mistress Nana, Queen of the local BDSM scene...

"Alright, I do enjoy your domination clips and images," Nidal said, his deep voice snatching Manal out of her little trip down memory lane. Manal smiled, pleased with his answer. With a little more coaxing, she got Nidal to admit to having some truly depraved fantasies. The Ghanaian Muslim brother was curious about female domination, and Manal was quite eager to show him a thing or two.

"Hmm, Nidal, who knows? If you ask me nicely, I just might teach you a few things," Manal whispered, and she smiled at Nidal, who grinned, his hope all too evident. That's how it all began between the two of them. After that night, they exchanged numbers, and then made plans for exploration in more intimate settings. Typically, Manal liked to charge male and female clients for her domination services, but the tall, dark-skinned and eager Nidal was an exotic dish she couldn't pass up. Hence why he got a freebie...

"Oh damn this is intense," Nidal groaned, a few days later, as Mistress Nana put him through the paces, so to speak, in the basement of her townhouse in Orleans, Ontario. The tall Ghanaian Muslim brother was naked, saved for a mask, and a certain leather-clad Indonesian Muslim dominatrix was showing him a thing or two. Wielding a leather belt, Mistress Nana lashed out at Nidal's back and buttocks, causing him to moan and groan...

"Oh big man, you haven't felt anything yet," Mistress Nana said smartly, and the five-foot-eight dominant looked at the towering submissive, smirking all the way. Nidal nodded, and Mistress Nana ordered him to get on all fours. Fixing a collar to his neck, Mistress Nana led Nidal around the house like a dog. She even made him bark, and the big Ghanaian Muslim stud did as he was told.

"Yes Mistress Nana," Nidal replied, and Mistress Nana then bent him over and gave him a sound spanking, with her bare hands this time. After watching Nidal's sexy, dark ass cheeks jiggle from her spanking, Mistress Nana made him spread those same ass cheeks and then donned gloves. Without further ado, Mistress Nana lubricated Nidal's ass with some Aveeno lotion, and then inserted a condom-covered object of a phallic nature of his ass...

"Hmmm, I've topped men from all over the world but you are something else, Nidal, you know, I've always wanted to fuck a big black man in the ass," Mistress Nana whispered into Nidal's ear, and she grabbed his long, hard dick and stroked it with one hand while driving her blue dildo up his ass with the other. Nidal groaned sharply, feeling himself invaded by his sultry Indonesian dominatrix, and absolutely loving it.

"Oh yes, Mistress Nana, fuck me," Nidal heard himself say, and his laughing dominatrix did just that. Mistress Nana worked the dildo deeper and deeper into Nidal's asshole, taking her sweet time as she fucked him. The burly Ghanaian Muslim brother gave her his booty, and he endured what she was doing to him, face down and ass up. Like any true dominatrix, Mistress Nana knew how to spot a submissive, regardless of the setting in which she found herself. And she'd been itching to top Nidal since she first laid eyes on him at the munch...

"You like bossy Asian Muslim women, don't you?" Mistress Nana asked, and Nidal nodded, by way of response. Mistress Nana worked the dildo all the way up his ass, until there was no other place to go. Leaving the dildo embedded in Nidal's ass, Mistress Nana made him turn around and lie on his back. The Ghanaian Muslim stud looked tired but happy. Flashing him a bright smile, Mistress Nana resumed stroking Nidal's big dark dick, and didn't let up until the brother finally came...

"Thank you Manal, I mean Mistress Nana, for making me feel so alive," Nidal said, much later, and Manal Abdulgani smiled at her latest submissive, pleased with his reaction and demeanor. After resting a bit and taking a shower, Nidal Kotoka looked pretty damn spiffy. Manal gave him a hug, and sent him on his merry way. Another good Muslim brother converted to the cause of female sensual domination, Manal thought, pleased with herself.