"You came to the right place, Ismail," Mistress Taslima Ali said, and the towering, dark-skinned, bodacious Black Canadian Muslim dominatrix looked at the chubby, small-dicked Black man who knelt at her feet. For ages now, Ismail had been scouring the web, looking for the elusive Black dominatrix who was interested in submissive Black males. Sadly, those str...
This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...
Three Months Later. Rose had really settled into life with Paul. She was a fantastic help to him. She would go to Hardie's office one day a week. The other days she worked from home or wherever Paul was. Rose had been accepted by everyone. They all know knew that when they were with Paul then Rose was there as well. Rose really looked after Paul. Paul had a...
Several months have passed since Queen Elena had lost her fight against young Mei Lin. Very soon, the Triad began to operate also in Europe, extending the control to an oil spill. But even if the queen had been defeated, private organizations were not, and Madame Shi knew it. There were numerous obstacles in continuing to import goods and materials from ano...
"I absolutely love pegging macho brothers with dreadlocks," Noor Bashir said, and with that, the curvy, big-bottomed and gorgeously dark-skinned, Afro-sporting and stylish African American Muslim dominatrix inspected her latest submissive, and smiled with satisfaction. Clad in a black tank top over a red miniskirt and thigh-high black leather boots, Noor loo...
"Jamila, I must admit, when I first saw you in the Capital University library, I thought you were soft and sweet," Jean-Paul Stephens said with a nervous smile, and he looked upon his dominatrix with newfound reverence. Mistress Karangwa, also known as Jamila Karangwa, smiled at the burly, handsome and dark-skinned young Haitian gentleman who sat across from...
It was early and the small bedroom was dark and cold when she awoke. Fall weather seemed to be coming early this year. Looking at the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock she saw it would be going off in just a few minutes, so she got out of bed. In the kitchen she fumbled through the heap of dirty dishes in the sink and pulled out a coffee mug. After bla...
This is a continuation of "The Signal" and it helps a lot if you've read Part 1. It was a Friday. Just over a week since Janet had worn the pearls and met Mark at the Excelsior Hotel. They hadn't talked about the encounter once, but there was an understanding between them that hadn't been there before. She'd caught Mark staring at her from time to time when...
Sitting comfortably in her basement/dungeon, Ottawa's premier dominatrix Madame Whitley looked at her submissive, Shane Johnson, as the big and tall, formerly masculine Black dude stepped out. Clad in a pink Tutu, blonde wig, crimson pantyhose and high heels, the brother was finally letting out his inner slut. For years, Madame Whitley struggled to help Shan...
A long time ago, as a young Black woman in her twenties, the lady who would later be known as Mistress Shayira discovered the world of BDSM, and it changed her life at a fundamental level. Shayira, the daughter of Afro-Caribbean immigrants who moved to the United States of America, has always been the kind of sister who is considered bossy or domineering by...