The levels of wickedness I am discovering within myself nowadays astound even me, and that's really saying something. My name is Wendy Stephania Polydor, a 29-year-old Haitian woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I've lived here for some time, having moved there from my hometown of Jacmel, southern Haiti, in the 1990s. These days, life is alri...
Hello, there. My name is Linda Lasalle. I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the City of Cap-Haitien, Northern Haiti. I've been living in the Confederation of Canada since 2010. Ladies, I got a wickedly interesting story to share with you. It took place during the fall of 2011....
"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...
"Today I am finally going to do the impossible, I am going to turn a Black Bull into a Black Cuckold, just watch me," Khadija Jabari said, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, dark-skinned, athletic, forty-something Black Muslim woman looked at the camera, and laughed gleefully. Out there, her hundreds of thousands of fans were watching, hanging onto her every word...
My name is Wanda Philogene, and I'm a Haitian woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. For four years I was married to this tall, handsome African-American guy named Roger Stephens, and had two daughters by him, Amelia and Nicole. Roger and I met while studying at Bridgewater State University, and fell in love. I thought we would be together fore...
With the kind authorization from Riviere7 * Dan, Marc and the two girls arrived late home. All their friends were afraid of some mishap and were glad to see them back safe. The girls carrying the now nearly empty travel bag seemed so exhausted that Kira inquired about what they had done. When she learned that the girls had been gangbanged by a group of rug...
A brief story which explains how I became the slave that I am and sets the scene for any further stories from my life. I first met my Mistress when I started to visit Her when She was a professional Dominatrix at a dungeon in my city. After my very first session I was bewitched by her and the power she had over me and I started to visit Her most weeks. She...
"Black cuckolding is definitely a growing trend," Twyla Jackson said to herself, after reading some truly freaky stories online. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous young Black woman got up from her chair and went to look out the window. The suburb of Kanata, Ontario, sprawled before her, and Twyla allowed herself a smile. Things are getting interesting, Twyla tho...
Chapter Five: Monday Morning You look so Fine. About 7:00am and I awake from the sofa bed of Gillian's place. I feel better after sleeping off the fun Sunday night activities with Kerri and friends. I need to wash up and get home to dress for my Monday schedule at my dominatrix studio. I shower and feel refreshed. As I dry off, there is a door knock and Ker...
"Remember, my friends, the best of you are those who are kind to their wives," Imam Mohammed Abdi said, as he spoke to the brothers and sisters at the Sal Al Din Mosque about proper conduct within relationships. The stocky, bearded and dark-skinned, fifty-something, Somali-born Canadian Muslim preacher was happy to see such a high turnout of believers on a r...