College student and die-hard nerd Eugene Etienne is a young black gentleman with a dilemma. To his hard-working, church-going Haitian immigrant parents, Julius and Marjorie Etienne, who moved to the City of Boston, Massachusetts, from the island of Haiti, he's the perfect son. Eugene, who was born in the U.S. grew up hearing about how harsh life was in the island of Haiti, and tried to make his parents proud by working hard, attending church, and staying out of trouble.
The problem that occurs when a person tries to live his or her life according to the expectations of others is that it utterly and completely stifles their soul. That's exactly how Eugene Etienne felt. He attends UMass-Boston on a full academic scholarship, thanks to his outstanding MCAS scores. While living on campus, away from his parents and church for a change, Eugene Etienne decided to explore his sexuality, no matter the consequences...
Eugene felt conflicted about his fascination with black female domination and the world of kink, and it was largely due to his strict Christian upbringing. What kind of a man dreams of getting tied up, spanked and flogged by leather-clad dominant women, preferably darker-skinned ones? Eugene felt strange about his sexual proclivities, but he had no other way to fulfill his needs...
For a while now, Eugene had been looking at the wrinkled paper which he'd ripped from the back of the seedy newspaper. The short article and steamy leather-clad picture advertising the services of Mistress Geraldine De Valcourt, a lady claiming to be Boston's premier Haitian dominatrix. Eugene found that both thrilling and dangerous, the idea of a lady from the conservative Haitian community involved in the world of BDSM and fetish...
After due consideration, Eugene called the number, and booked a session with Mistress Geraldine. The lady's voice was sultry and sexy, Haitian-accented and no-nonsense. She informed him that she did not suffer fools, and that she charged three hundred dollars for a ninety-minute session. Oh, and he was also required to shower before the session. Eugene followed the lady's instructions to the letter, and showed up at the plush townhouse in Brighton to begin his adventure...
"Call me Mistress Geraldine," the six-foot-tall, short-haired, dark-skinned, thirty-something black woman said, a coy smile on her face. Eugene looked at her and nodded, feeling absolutely awed by the strong black feminine presence before him. For ages he'd been fascinated by the world of female domination, especially involving black female dominants, and at last, he was about to explore it.
"Yes ma'am," Eugene replied in a cowed tone, and Mistress Geraldine smiled, pleased by his response. After a long search in the back pages, Eugene finally found a black female dominant who wasn't allergic to black men. So many of them flat out stated that they didn't deal with black men on their online ads. Traitors to their own kind and self-loathers, Eugene remembered thinking of such ladies at the time.
From his online search for a black female dominant who dealt with black men, Eugene learned a lot of things. In the mundane world, lots of black women got up in arms whenever they saw a black man with a white woman, yet lots of black female escorts preferred white clients and didn't deal with black men. It's almost as if black women were trying really hard to drive black men into the arms of white women, it was kind of strange...
"So, what brings you to me, Eugene?" Mistress Geraldine asked, her sultry and strong voice snatching the brother out of his train of thought. Eugene sighed, and then fessed up. The sultry black dominatrix smiled as the young black man regaled her with tales of how he'd become fascinated with black female domination, and how much he craved it. This one is earnest and desperately needs my help, Mistress Geraldine thought as she appraised Eugene.
"All I want to do is serve a strong black mistress," Eugene said, and Mistress Geraldine nodded. Without further ado, the session began in earnest. Mistress Geraldine usually dealt with middle-aged white guys along with the odd, curious young white man as clients. Like most black female dominants, Mistress Geraldine was reluctant to deal with black male clients due to past bad experiences with the breed. Still, tonight, she decided to make an exception with Eugene, since he was so cute and eager...
"Eugene, I can tell that you are Haitian, ou se moun lakay tankou mwen, I know my people, why did you specifically seek out a Haitian dominatrix?" Mistress Geraldine asked, and she pursed her lips, her soulful brown eyes boring into Eugene's. What could be going on through this young Haitian man's head? Mistress Geraldine wondered as she impatiently awaited Eugene's answer...
"Mwen se ayisyen, I am a Haitian, I feel more comfortable with a strong Haitian woman," Eugene replied without hesitation. Mistress Geraldine smiled, pleased with his answer. She'd played with men of all races in her long career as a professional dominatrix, but she'd never had the pleasure to play with a Haitian man, especially one who was so young, handsome and willing. This was going to be really, really fun...
"You came to the right place, Eugene," Mistress Geraldine said, and she ordered him to undress. Eugene, who stood all of six-foot-four, did as he was told, revealing his big and tall, slightly plump body to the dominant black female who stood before him. Mistress Geraldine looked at Eugene's body and appraised him. Okay body, good-sized dick, big balls, not bad at all...
"This is nice," Eugene whispered as he knelt at Mistress Geraldine's feet, and kissed her toes, one at a time. Seated on a throne-like chair in her townhouse basement, Mistress Geraldine looked at the handsome, obedient young Haitian man who knelt at her feet and kissed her toes. Spreading her thick dark thighs wide, Mistress Geraldine gauged Eugene's reaction. He briefly glanced at them, and then lowered his head in shame...
"What do you feel when you look at me, bel neg ayisyen?" Mistress Geraldine asked, and she ordered Eugene to look at her. When his gaze met hers, she saw desire in his eyes, and a bit of fear. This was not exactly what she was expecting, but it was a nice thing to find. Eugene was having trouble concealing his growing erection, and Mistress Geraldine found it both amusing and something of a turn-on. A young black man turned on by bossy older black women, what will they think of next?
