Introduction: This can be read as a stand alone story, but if you want to understand the Island, you should read Chapter 8 at least. It is probably best to read the entire tale, but it is not necessary. For those of you who are following the series, Beercan is not in this chapter, but he will be in all of the following ones. ***** A Week in Femdom Villa...
"Reginald, if you don't have a thousand dollars for me by the end of this week, I'm evicting you, and I swear that I'm tossing your belongings outside," said my landlord, Mr. Jacobs, and I looked at the smug, bespectacled little old white dude, and flashed him a grin a shark would recognize. Must have had the desired effect for Mr. Jacobs flinched, and I all...
It was one of those afternoons after it had rained in the morning where it was unpleasantly muggy. Even inside, even without having looked out the window, you can feel a sense of lethargy in the air that just discourages consideration of heading out, especially if you've been inside most of the day. It's hard to meander around a one bedroom apartment, but I...
Tonight, the Heart & Crown restaurant was hosting the year's first official munch of the Female Domination/Male Submission Club of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. There were twelve people in attendance, seven men and five women. Among the attendees, two unique souls found themselves drawn to one another. A tall, slender Southeast Asian woman in a resplendent e...
"Let's see, you're always talking shit about Black women online, and get into lengthy arguments with random sisters on Facebook and Instagram but you secretly crave Black female domination?" Dr. Theresa Robillard said, looking at her patient, Nicolas Agenor, as he sat on the couch, and confessed his innermost secrets. The big and tall, well-dressed young Bla...
"Tell me your most hidden desires, mon cher, and don't hold back," Malaika Diallo said, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, attractive, thirty-something Senegalese American Muslim woman leaned back in her chair, and smiled coyly at her interviewee. This was the moment of truth, where a certain Haitian brother who'd been talking tough for months online would finall...
Kneeling before my gorgeous Haitian goddess Esther, I am at last where I was born to be. My name is Steve Voltaire and I am a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I used to think the Black girls in my church were boring and dull, since most of them never put out, you know? Like most brothers, Christian or otherwise, I had...
Author's note: This is my first attempt at femdom. The roles of power and submission are familiar to me, however, just reversed from my usual mindset. I hope this story works for fans of this genre. It's raunchy so get ready for a depiction of rough female-in-power sex. ***** I swung the front door of my apartment open and looked at him. He was standing in...
You are tantalized by my presence, a curvy Black woman with a thick Afro and a big beautiful Black ass, standing decked out in shiny Black leather in front of you. I've been told I have quite the presence. What's my name? You are mystified by me. No names. Does it matter? Not at all. I am your Black Mistress, and I've come to fuck the hell out of you and dom...
I just felt like writing something kind of fun and light hearted. Don't bother to comment on how stupid and unrealistic it is. It is just supposed to be a fun read. If you are looking for realism and technical accuracy, this isn't for you. Make any comments about how ludicrous the situation is, and know that I am laughing at you. Some might say that there i...