A while ago, in the beautiful nation of Pakistan, a remarkable young Muslim woman named Salwa Khan made a life-changing discovery about herself. Something she'd been hiding from herself for far too long became obvious to her and she accepted it at last. Fate meant for me to do extreme things and I am finally okay with that, Salwa Khan realized. Salwa was born in the City of Nankana Sahib, Islamic Republic of Pakistan, to a most unlikely couple.
Indeed, it was a sheer miracle that Salwa Khan's parents not only met, but also got married and stuck together. Her father Salim Khan was a very traditional Pakistani Muslim, son of the Imam of the local Masjid, and her mother Nana Kaur was a proud and devout Sikh woman originally from Punjab, India. The two of them met while Nana Kaur was visiting the birthplace of Guru Nanak, the legendary founder of the beautiful religion of Sikhism.
A devout Muslim whose pious Sikh mother taught her to respect all faiths, Salwa Khan knew from early on that she was destined to greatness. She knew that it wasn't skin color, culture, nationality or even faith that made one great, but sheer effort and willpower. Seeing her parents stick together in spite of opposition from their respective families had a profound effect on Salwa Khan.
In the City of Nankana Sahib, where Islamic norms prevailed, Salwa Khan was considered unusual due to her athletic pursuits. She played soccer against male players and frequently trounced them. In the nineteenth summer of her life, Salwa Khan stood six feet tall, sturdy and curvy, with dark bronze skin and long black hair which she seldom bothered to hide away under a Hijab. The local religious nuts knew better than to mess with Salwa. Intelligence glowed in Salwa's brown eyes, and she walked around with her head held high.
"You're too much for Pakistan, my daughter," Salwa's mother Nana Kaur once told her, after she upset some of the local guys by beating them at everything from arm-wrestling to swimming. Salwa looked at her mother and smiled, then nodded in agreement. She was growing bored of life in the Islamic Republic of Pakistan indeed. Strong women apparently intimidate Pakistan Muslim males. Hence why Salwa Khan returned to India, the land of her ancestors, and took it by storm.
Having grown bored of her monotonous life in the Islamic Republic of Pakistan, Salwa Khan embraced the Republic of India. Life in the world's largest democracy ought to be interesting, Salwa thought. After touring the country for some time, Salwa chose a school. She studied accounting at the University of New Delhi, earning her bachelor's degree in the summer of 2013. A couple of years later, Salwa moved to the City of London, England, and earned an MBA from Brunel University in 2016.
Salwa Khan had always been a thrill-seeker, and she got bored very easily. If she had one flaw, this had to be it. While living in the City of London, England, Salwa Khan led a life of adventure, and also explored her sexuality. She dated different men, and also had a few dalliances with certain female students at Brunel University. What happens in London stays in London, Salwa thought with a smile as she had fun left and right.
To make extra money, Salwa Khan worked as an escort, and discovered the world of BDSM thanks to a wealthy African male client who liked to be tied up and flogged. The gentleman in question happened to work for the London-based High Commission of a certain West African nation, and he introduced her to types of sensual experiences Salwa had no idea existed. Salwa Khan became a dominatrix under the moniker Mistress Pardeep shortly after that, and the rest, as they say, is history...
"I hear that you Black American men have a problem when it comes to eating female booty, you had better get rid of this bullshit notion right now because here in India, we dominant ladies definitely don't play like that," Mistress Pardeep said, and the young Pakistani dominatrix and part-time escort looked at the African American businessman and awaited his answer. Don't waste my time, she thought tersely.
"Oh it's cool, I'm open-minded," Omar Maguire said, and he smiled at Mistress Pardeep, who seemed to approve of his answer. Omar Maguire thanked his lucky stars that his employer, Winston & Dale Enterprises, sent him to the City of Calcutta, India, to check out their new industrial-grade power plant. They were also paying for his stay at the posh Oberoi Hotel in downtown Calcutta for the next two weeks. Omar checked out the local entertainment, found it lacking and sought to make his own fun...
While checking out the back page of a steamy Calcutta paper, Omar Maguire came across a very interesting profile. One which appealed to him immensely. Mistress Pardeep, a twenty-something South Asian cutie claiming to be the premier Muslim dominatrix of metropolitan Calcutta. We'll see about that, Omar thought. Omar dated an Indian woman named Maria Singh during his halcyon days in the MBA program at Howard University in Washington D.C.
Omar Maguire and the lovely Maria Singh had some good times, but after graduating from Howard University, the two of them went their separate ways. Omar has dated a lot of lovely women of all hues in his time. Black women. White women. Chinese women. Even an Arab gal from Lebanon. Still, he never forgot the lovely Maria Singh. Some women a man simply doesn't forget, even if he wants to...
Indian women, at least the non-westernized ones, are usually chaste and pious on the outside and freaky on the inside, Omar Maguire knew this for sure. While an almost unapproachable lot as a whole, they mystified the hell out of Omar. Now that he was in a country full of them, Omar wanted to indulge himself. What happens in Calcutta stays in Calcutta, the young African American execute thought to himself as he had some fun with the gorgeous South Asian Muslim dominatrix.
