(note this is the second chapter to a previous story) * Jess pulled the car into the parking lot of her apartment building, flipped it into park and turned the car off. She turned to look at the slut sitting next to her. "Alright slut, time to face the music. We are going upstairs but Mistress needs to make sure everything is in place for her slut." Jes...
"You lucked out when you came to me, Khaled, I am a unicorn, my dear, a black Muslim dominatrix who actually likes to cuckold black Muslim men," Amjad Mohamedou/Mistress Amjad said with a smirk, as she snapped the chastity device on Khaled Diouf's big ole Senegalese dick. Time for this foreign stud to find out exactly how strong and absolutely dominant the b...
"I finally know your secret, bitch," Landon Cadbury said to himself as he looked at the Profile on the Ottawa Back Pages. The leather-clad, blonde-haired woman appeared to be in her fifties, wielding a whip and stroking a strap-on dildo. The message advertised the services of Mistress Lorna, supposedly the top Professional dominatrix in the Ottawa capital re...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Emma Watson or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Emma Watson moaned softly and snuggled into the pillow she was resting on when she first started to stir. Then she became aware of two things, firstly that her head wasn't resting...
Tightly bound, with a long glass dildo sticking out of his ass, macho Somali-Canadian Muslim stud Ibrahim Kader was finally where he was born to be. For ages the six-foot-tall, masculine young Northeast African Muslim had been fighting his submissive urges, until someone taught him to accept himself. Ibrahim Kader, proud Muslim brother from Somalia, raised...
"What do you mean, you like bossy Black women?" Victoria Brown said, incredulity all over her lovely face, and she looked at the man seated opposite her as though he had two heads. Markus Clayton smiled and shrugged, then nodded firmly, his soulful brown eyes boring into Victoria's. Well, the brother appeared sincere, this much Victoria could tell. It was a...
It was only a matter of minutes before Mistress pulled the car into a long driveway. My mind was still processing the idea that I was now on hormones. Once we were parked, Mistress had me grab my bag and follower her on the path to the house. She clearly knew this pace well, as she walked right into the house, with me following closely behind. As soon as we...
Mistress Elizabeth watched Todd walk through the door. Sitting regally in her chair, she slapped her leather paddle against her hand. The impact stung a bit, but seeing Todd flinch at the impact was worth it. "You're late," she said. Todd looked at his watch, caught off guard. "No, I'm not, Mistress -- I'm..." "Did I hear correctly, slave?" Mistress Elizab...
"I just don't get you, Stevenson, I know for a fact that you hate me, you bad-mouth me in front of Walmart associates, you even complain about me through official channels, and now, you want to tell me that you have feelings for me? Fuck you, you two-faced asshole," Chelsea Allister said vehemently, and the slender young Black angrily woman repressed a shudd...
Catherine was totally transforming now. Her fangs were very long, and her skin was quite pale. She couldn't go out in the daylight anymore. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror. Her image was almost transparent. Yet, from what she could see, she looked very erotic, and sensual. Her master visited her nightly. He had now revealed himself to her. His...