"Mr. Duchene, I read the stuff you post online, you like Muslim female domination, and you have a thing for Indian girls, well, I'm here to make your life sweet hell, now, get on your knees," Mistress Fatima Bhatti said haughtily, and the Indian Muslim dominatrix smirked at the big and tall young black man who stood before her. He'd just come into the house,...
As a senior partner at a high-powered law firm in the Bay Street block of Toronto, Ontario, I wield a certain amount of power. The kind that a woman of my age and background isn't supposed to wield, at least in the eyes and minds of many, even in this supposedly liberal, racially diverse and progressive North American metropolis. Wherever I go, I attract the...
My lady Mariam "Mare" Nesrallah is one cheeky gal, in every sense of the word. I knew the tall, raven-haired and bronze-skinned Middle-Eastern beauty was trouble the moment I laid eyes on her. Something about the way she carried herself sent my bells ringing, as it were. Of course, I'm no stranger to trouble myself. My name is Aziz Gueye and I'm a big and t...
As Salaam Alaikum, my dear. Thank you for coming by. I'm Mistress Sagal, the only Somali Muslim dominatrix on this planet. As far as I know. Got a story to share with you. It's about my BDSM journey. Before we go any further, I want to disabuse you of the notion that Muslim men and Muslim women are somehow different from other human beings. We definitely nee...
My name is Ah-Pei Ahmad. Anyone looking at me would see a six foot tall, fit and slender young Asian woman with long Black hair, light brown eyes and bronze skin. That's how I look to the world. Today I turn twenty two. Even though I am young, I have lived quite the interesting story. One fraught with pain and loss, and also love and hope. Before we go any f...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. The women's conference in Mumbai was drawing to an end. On this...
My name is Alimah Amal Hassan. I was born and raised in the City of Al-Karameh in the Kingdom of Jordan. My family moved to the region of Ontario, Canada, about ten years ago. Today, I turn twenty two. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa. I have a lot to be thankful for today. Seriously. I live in the greatest country in the...
As I walk through the halls of the University of Ottawa in the Canadian Capital, I see a lot of Arab guys with White girls. I shake my head, and shudder. Why am I doing this? Am I some of racist? Am I intolerant? Far from it. In fact, I could tell you a thing or two about real intolerance. My name is Mona Bagis, and I'm a Turkish Christian woman who recently...
The sun rose over the horizon, and I closed my eyes. Normally, this would mean it's time to sleep. However, with ash clouds blotting out much of the sun, a perpetual gloom hangs over Boston's battered skyline today. This means I can still go hunting. Last night I fed, draining a young White Muslim female spy of her blood. It's morning and I'm still hungry. A...
"Oh Tiresias, the blind Greek prophet of Thebes, who possessed clairvoyant abilities and who turned into a woman for several years, who was condemned to Hyades with his head turned backwards. Could you not have foreseen the calamity I befell? Or were you contempt that I would join you in the state of delirium. How foolish was I, not to believe Cassandra, who...