"Mr. Duchene, I read the stuff you post online, you like Muslim female domination, and you have a thing for Indian girls, well, I'm here to make your life sweet hell, now, get on your knees," Mistress Fatima Bhatti said haughtily, and the Indian Muslim dominatrix smirked at the big and tall young black man who stood before her. He'd just come into the house, backpack on, a bewildered expression on his handsome face.
Mohammed Duchene seemed to be a bit surprised, and most definitely, the brother was quite tongue-tied. Clucking her tongue impatiently, Mistress Bhatti awaited her sub's response. He had been living with her for some time now, and she figured that it was high time he was initiated into the most sacred of clubs. The club of young men (and occasional young women ) whom Mistress Bhatti deemed worthy of serving her.
"Um, I don't know what to say," Mohammed Duchene replied, and Mistress Bhatti grinned maliciously. From the moment she met the Haitian Muslim convert renting a room from her at her townhouse in Nepean, Ontario, the South Asian Muslim landlady and amateur dominatrix knew he'd be an easy mark. Mistress Bhatti had been in this game for quite some time, and knew a thing or two about human nature, and the male of the species...
"Do as I say, Mr. Duchene, you know you want to," Mistress Bhatti said, and she smiled with satisfaction as the burly young Haitian did as he was told. Mohammed Duchene knelt before her, and she looked him up and down. Like a lot of women the world over, Mistress Bhatti found black men quite appealing, but only if they were obedient to her, of course. At the age of fifty one, Mistress Bhatti enjoyed dominating men of all shades, and considered herself too old to change...
"Yes ma'am," Mohammed Duchene replied, and Mistress Bhatti grinned, then took off her sandals. Rubbing her big toe against the Haitian Muslim brother's lips, she nodded emphatically. Mohammed hesitated briefly, then began sucking Mistress Bhatti's toes. Leaning back on her living room couch, Mistress Bhatti smiled happily. This sub was quite promising...
Mistress Bhatti had taken a lot of young men from various backgrounds as tenants/subs over the years. First, she listed the rules of the house. No smoking. No drinking. No parties. No alcohol. No pork. Also, she liked to isolate them from their friends and family by firmly stating that overnight guests weren't allowed. Those who saw through her mental domination game ran like hell. Those who didn't, like Mohammed Duchene here, became her subs...
Mistress Bhatti slid a hand into her pants, right through her panties, and began masturbating. The Indian Muslim dominatrix thought of her last sub, a young Turkish Muslim dude named Mehmet Sezer. Tall, alabaster-skinned, brown-haired and blue-eyed, Mehmet was handsome, and proved to be a lot of fun. A criminal justice student at La Cite Collegiale, Mehmet was looking for a place to stay for the summer of 2016. That's how he ended up in the clutches of Mistress Bhatti...
"You like this, don't you?" Mistress Bhatti said, watching as Mohammed Duchene took his sweet time as he polished her toes with his tongue. Afterwards, she told him to drop his trousers, and admired his dick. The Haitian Muslim brother was well-endowed, and she took his dick in her hands and stroked it. Mistress Bhatti smiled at the thought of the fun they were going to have together...
"Yes ma'am I do," Mohammed replied, and Mistress Bhatti grinned, pleased by the Haitian Muslim dude's reply. Early in life, Fatima Bhatti discovered the truth about herself. That she wasn't like the other obedient and self-effacing, traditional Muslim ladies from the Kashmir province of India. Nope, Fatima Bhatti was bossy, controlling, manipulative, and, to put the icing on the cake, the lady is also cheerfully sociopathic. Muslim men everywhere beware...
