1 comments/ 16691 views/ 0 favorites Black On Black BDSM By: Samuelx Tonight, Diana Odoms was right where she was born to be. On her back, arms and legs firmly bound by steel chains, moaning and drooling as a thick Black dick slid into her asshole. Slowly. Her glistening dark brown skin was covered with sweat, and her eyes were wide open with shock and lust. Lying naked on the king-sized bed, completely naked and bound, the young Black woman was in a compromising position, to say the least. "What you got to say now, bitch?" taunted a loud, masculine voice. The voice belonged to none other than her owner, Master Ebony Flex a.k.a. Alain Darcy. "Not so tough now, are you?" the tall, heavily muscled Black man teased. Diana's only reply was a deep moan, and Master Ebony Flex smacked her hard across her beautiful face. Like any serious dominator, he expected his questions to be answered by his submissive and got peeved when she didn't answer fast enough. "No, Master," Diana squealed. "I belong to you, and only you in all the world are fit to be my Master." Master Ebony Flex smiled, and tugged at the steel chains which kept the six-foot-tall, well-built and absolutely gorgeous Black Amazon's hands and feet bound. Finally, he had her right where he wanted her. Master Ebony Flex reached for Diana's succulent breasts and wickedly pinched the areolas. Diana's beautiful dark brown eyes widened and her beautiful face twisted in pain. Her full, sexy lips trembled. "How does it feel to have my dick up in your ass?" Master Ebony Flex demanded. With the back of his hand he wiped beads of sweat off his ruggedly handsome face. The sight of this gorgeous young Black female bodybuilder, firmly tied up and moaning while getting fucked in the ass aroused him like nothing on earth could. Diana looked up at him, with her doe-like eyes. Eyes filled with equal parts lust and craving, and something else...trust. Looking at her beloved Master adoringly, Diana said in her sweetest voice the words which sent a thrill down his spine. "I like having your dick in my ass, my Master." Once he heard these words, Master Ebony Flex actually had to remind himself to stay focused. He was a dominant man and this was BDSM, and staying in control was something that was absolutely expected of him. Yet he couldn't stop himself from gently stroking Diana's beautiful face. Locking eyes with her, he gently murmured sweet words into her ears. "Thank you for letting me inside you." Having said these words, he playfully smacked Diana's pretty face, and pinched her nipples once more. His hands roamed all over her beautiful body. Rapturous dark brown skin flowed beneath his fingers. God, she was so lovely. An authentic Black Amazon. And tonight, she was his. And he couldn't stop thanking his lucky stars that such a fine, strong and beautiful Black woman chose him as the one to whom she would pledge her mind, body and soul. For the bond between Master and Submissive went that deep in the world of BDSM. This was a special night for Master Ebony Flex. For he was a man of many lives. A patrol officer with the Ontario Provincial Police in metropolitan Toronto, Ontario, he was a busy man. As the first Haitian guy elected Vice President of the Ontario Black Law Enforcement Professionals Association, his responsibilities were manifold. He had hundreds of people counting on him. Men and women of African, Afro-Caribbean and Black Canadian descent who worked as police officers, corrections officers and probation officers in the Province of Ontario trusted him with their lives, their hopes and dreams. When he graduated from York University with his Master's degree in Criminology in 2005, he was twenty three years old and his only goal was getting into police work. And thankfully he got into the O.P.P. a year after graduation. For years afterwards, he was all work and no play. The drive to succeed was his sole companion on many a lonely night... Such was the life of Alain Darcy. Until he met the lovely Diana Odoms. A six-foot-tall, gorgeous young Black woman with a unique combination of good looks, pedigree, raw sexuality and naked ambition. Diana Odoms was a Criminal Law student at the University of Toronto, and she was also an amateur bodybuilder who dabbled quite heavily into the realms of BDSM. She seduced him and introduced him to a world he never knew existed. A world of raw sensuality, of power plays and exquisite pain and pleasure. It was Diana who put him in touch with his inner dominant, something she as a submissive sensed in him long before he became aware of it himself. Slowly, she helped him embrace his true self. Thus, he became Master Ebony Flex. "Gosh, you've got a nice ass," Master Ebony Flex said. "The mean and sexy things I want to do that truly amazing piece of ass." Upon hearing that, Diana smiled wickedly. In spite of having a nine-inch, uncircumcised Black dick deep in her ass, she could still be coy. "You're deep inside of me, Master. What more could your slave do for you?" Master Ebony Flex smiled. He loved it when she addressed him like this. It was an element of their sensual couplings which particularly aroused him and it reminded him of the terrific bond between them. To the pathetically uninitiated, slave and submissive meant weakness and Master and Mistress meant control freak. If only that were true. Everyone in BDSM knows that the submissive is the one in control. That he or she gives the Master or Mistress access to their body only insofar as they were willing. Submission was a gift. A gift given freely from submissive to Master or Mistress. One to be treasured and appreciated, and above all else never ever taken for granted. "I want you to get on all fours, please," Master Ebony Flex said gently but firmly. "Let me have a look at that seriously delicious piece of fine booty." He smacked his lips with barely contained and deeply masculine anticipation. He wanted her quite badly and it showed in spite of his restraint. "Hmmm, I like the sound of that," Diana purred. With that, she winced as Master Ebony Flex removed his cock from her. Sighing, she got on all fours, sticking her well-toned, heart-shaped bottom in the air. Her gorgeous big Black butt stared invitingly at Master Ebony Flex, who smiled. Gently, he patted her smooth, sexy buttocks. Puckering his sweet lips, he laid first one kiss on her butt then another. Diana giggled, loving the attention her beloved Master lavished on her bottom. How he loved her ass. He once told her that her ass deserved to be bronzed and put in a museum to be preserved for the enlightenment of future generations. And he meant every word of it. Her ass was a work of art. Master Ebony Flex showered kisses upon Diana's sexy bottom. He licked it, smacked it, and gently bit it. Diana laughed. Filled with sudden inspiration, Master Ebony Flex began licking her sweet pussy from behind. Diana smiled and soon found herself moaning unexpectedly as her Master licked and fingered her pussy, lathering up her cunt like there was no tomorrow. "What are you doing to me, my Master?" Diana said weakly. "Loving my Black Goddess," Master Ebony Flex said while going down on her. "Just like a good Black man should." And love her he did. For what seemed like forever he licked, probed and sucked her pussy. Diana cried tears of joy as Master Ebony Flex made love to her body. He didn't stop at her pussy. He suckled at her breasts while fingering her. He even licked her asshole like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. Her favorite part was when he held her big butt above his face, grinding it against him. Sitting on his face was quite pleasant as he licked her from that position, trying to quench that eternal fire she had going on down below. When all was said and done, Master Ebony Flex removed Diana's bindings. "How do you feel, my love?" He asked in that deep, charismatic and seductive voice of his. Diana's answer was to kiss him full and deep. "I love you, Alain." Gently he ran his hands through her short, beautifully kinky hair. His natural woman. His Black Goddess. His Nubian Queen. Taking her face into his hands, he smiled, then answered her unasked question. "Babe, I would die for you any day of the week." Diana smiled. "Good answer, Mr. Darcy." Black On Black BDSM: Dating What do you think of yourself as a supposedly strong Black man when you're on your back, legs in the air, and a Black woman is pumping a strap-on dildo into your asshole? Tough call, man. Can I just enjoy this strap-on session and get back at you later? My name is Jacques Steven Bertrand, and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Orleans, province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University where I study Criminology. These days, I'm exploring the world of BDSM thanks to my beloved girlfriend June Andre. I fucked up the night before, and although she claimed she forgave me and welcomed me back into the fold, she still has to punish me. For you see she isn't just my girlfriend, she's also my dominatrix. I stroke my seven-inch, uncircumcised cock as my sexy Haitian goddess thrusts her dildo deep into my asshole. While sodomizing me with the dildo, June Andre berated me. She called me all kinds of names, smacking my face and spitting on me. The bed shakes as she thrusts the dildo into me, causing me to moan in pleasure. After fucking me like this for a while, my sexy June put me on all fours. Face down and ass up, that's how she took me. As mistress June Andre resumed fucking me with the dildo in this new position, I saw the two of us reflected in the mirror. What a sight we made. For real. A big and tall, light-skinned brother getting fucked in the ass by a tall and slim, dark-skinned sister. Wow. June Andre follows my gaze, and looks at our reflections in the mirror. She laughs and smacks my ass as she stuffs me with her dildo. As much as I love this woman, she has a bit of a sadistic edge to her. And it often comes out during our dominance/submission sessions. June tells me that she wants to make my sexy Black ass pay for being so damn tempting. Her dildo digs into my ass and goes so deep that I worry it might damage me or something. Has anybody ever died from getting strap-on fucked in the ass? I don't know, and I honestly don't want to be the test case. I asked her to slow down and for a moment, she pauses. For a moment, my girlfriend is back and the dominatrix is gone. June asks me if I'm okay and I ask her to slow down. She nods, then resumes fucking me. Adding more lubricant, she slides the strap-on dildo right back into my asshole. Mistress June Andre, amateur Haitian dominatrix extraordinaire pumped her dildo into my asshole, making me scream and moan like never before. She totally owned my ass with that strap-on of hers, folks. My sexy ebony goddess had me right where she wanted me. Her dildo was lodged deep in my ass and I would have cried had she tried to remove it before I got my nut. She continued pumping her dildo up my ass until I came, shouting loudly as I did. I always shout and cum like never before when she fucks my ass with her dildo. I don't know why. Something about having a dildo up my ass makes me cum a lot. Slowly, June pulled the dildo out of me. I sighed in pleasure and she smiled at me beatifically. I took her hand in mine and gently kissed it. I can't get enough of this woman and the amazing world of kink she introduced me to, folks. I should have known what I was in for when I met her. Three months ago at the start of the summer of 2012, I walked into the porno shop located near the Rideau Shopping Center in downtown Ottawa. There was a chubby white chick working behind the counter, and I asked her if she had any 'strap-on videos' on deck. She smiled and pointed them out to me. I was holding a DVD titled "Black Men Like Strap-on dildos Too" in my hand when this tall, fine-looking Black chick walked into the adult video store. Clad in a bright red T-shirt with the Haitian flag on it, blue jeans and sneakers, June Andre looked really good. I really like tall, dark-skinned Black women. Maybe because I am mixed, I don't know. I am half Black and half Hispanic, when you want to get down to it. My mother Maria Suarez is Hispanic, originally from the Dominican Republic, and my father Etienne Bertrand is Black, originally from northern Haiti. They moved to Canada with me when I was younger, and I grew up here in the Province of Ontario. I have always been an oddball in the Haitian community of Ottawa. Most people who meet me assume that I'm Somali or Ethiopian or even Mauritanian or something but I always tell them that I am Haitian. One hundred percent. I was born in the island of Haiti. I'm a naturalized citizen of Canada. I look like a lot of things I'm not, but I'm proud of who I am. I was staring at her the moment she walked in, and she looked at some DVD titles before walking over to the Female domination section where I stood. She smiled at me and asked me if she could see what I had in my hand, and the title made her laugh. I smiled sheepishly, trying to think of something to say. There's really not much you can say when a Black woman catches your Black male ass with a DVD titled "Black Men Like Strap-ons Too" in your hand. Grinning, she asked me if I was into BDSM. I nodded and smiled. At that point, all I knew about BDSM was limited to what I had seen on websites like Kink and Dark Connections. I saw Black men and Black women in BDSM porn shoots from time to time. I believe African-American porn actors Mr. Marcus and Sean Michaels shot some BDSM videos where they dominated women. I rarely see Black men getting dominated by women in BDSM and when they do, those women are usually white. I am into dominant Black women. The tall young Black woman at the adult video store extended a pretty, well-manicured hand and introduced herself as June Andre. That's how we met. We added each other on Facebook on the spot, and promised to keep in touch. The next day, I asked her to grab a bite with me, and that's how it all began. I learned a lot about June during our first 'date'. She was twenty two years old, a second-year student at the University of Ottawa. She was studying sociology, in preparation for a career in education and social services. Hmmm. Cool. Yeah, we had a lot in common. I would come to care greatly for her. My sexy Nubian princess. My ebony goddess. My queen. And someday, I'll wife her. I just need to graduate from Carleton University first, you know? Black on Black BDSM: Mixed I frigging hate it when sluts fart while you're fucking them in the ass. For real. Take my latest slave for example. Cleopatra Jane Hamilton. Short and thick, light-skinned Black chick with Black hair and green eyes. Her daddy's White and her mama's Black. She was born and bred in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. One of those mixed-race women whose parents encouraged them to deny the Black half of their heritage. I see them from time to time. They're more into White men than Chinese chicks these days. I never thought I'd get such a specimen in my dungeon, that's for sure. If you're a mixed chick with a White father and Black mother, you're more programmed to chase White men than the average White female in my sincere opinion as a Black man. I don't usually bother with the breed, because I consider them a colossal waste of time. Yeah, I date White women and I'm happy with them. My name is Abdul Amenaku and I am a dominant Master in the world of BDSM. I happen to be a six-foot-four, broad-shouldered and muscular Black man of Ethiopian descent. I was born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Ethiopian immigrant parents. February 5, 1984, I came into this world. I hold a civil engineering degree from the University of Alberta and presently work for Hydro Ottawa. I'm one of a few minority guys in management positions at one of the biggest companies in the Canadian capital. It's a stressful job, but luckily I know how to unwind. BDSM is one of my greatest passions, but it's not without its challenges. I thought Black Masters were considered toxic by Black ladies in BDSM. Maybe I was wrong, or perhaps Cleopatra Hamilton is the exception who proves the rule. I've been in the BDSM game for a good five years now. For the most part, my submissive types have been women of non-African descent. White women mostly, along with the occasional Chinese woman or East Indian woman. You could guess how surprised I was when I got a message from Cleopatra here on my website. A Black woman seeking out a Black Master? That doesn't occur too often in the world of BDSM. You see, Black men in BDSM mostly play with White folks because Black women, both dominant and submissive, don't want anything to do with us. And vice versa. It's a sad state of the affairs but hey, it seems that's the way it's got to be. Fate and all, you know? I am happy with the White female submissive types who come to grace my wonder-filled dungeon with their presence. Still, from time to time, I wondered what it would be like as a Black Master to have a Black female submissive to play with. Just out of curiosity, you know? Cleopatra and I spoke on the phone, and I must say that she kind of surprised me. Her voice was really sexy and sultry, and she seemed to know what she wanted. That's always a good thing in a woman, I guess. We agreed to a session where we could sort of feel each other out a little bit. I did a bit of research on Cleopatra. Hey, there are lots of weirdoes out there. Crazy women can be dangerous, man. They can be far more dangerous than men. I read stuff in the news about women going psycho and drowning their offspring, butchering their husbands in their sleep and then claiming to have been influenced by the disorder of the week, and all kinds of crazy shit. What I found out about the lovely Cleopatra Hamilton surprised me. She was born on November 8, 1986 to Trent Hamilton and Isabel Adewale of suburban Mississauga, near the City of Toronto, Ontario. Master's degree in Psychology at York University. Presently working for the City of Ottawa Department of Social Services. Not bad. She likes to volunteer for UNICEF and the Yele Haiti Foundation. She's not of Haitian descent, though. Her mother is Nigerian and her father is European. Oh, and she is married to Leopold Yamamoto, a Japanese guy who works as an accountant for the Canadian Revenue Agency. Interesting. Very interesting. Cleopatra Hamilton came to our first session wearing a red tank top and short Black leather miniskirt, complete with thigh-high Black leather boots. The kind of boots that have come-fuck-me written all over them. I totally wasn't expecting that since she's a highly educated professional woman and all. Before the session, we talked about the do's and don'ts. What she is into and what she wants to try versus what she is absolutely not into. We were on the same page, and I led her to the basement of my townhouse in suburban Barrhaven, about twenty five minutes from downtown Ottawa. We ended up having a lot of fun together, Cleopatra and I. Truth be told, I was kind of surprised by that. I figured she'd be stale and boring like all of her kind, and she ended up surprising me. This chick told me that she sought me out specifically because I was the only Black male BDSM professional operating in the Province of Ontario. Apparently, dominant Black males are what she's into. Quite intriguing indeed, like I said. Once Cleopatra and I got the preliminaries out of the way, we had a lot of fun together. I took her to the dungeon, and ordered her to strip. Cleopatra stripped, but she did it her way. Moving lusciously as she took her tank top off, followed by her skirt. Surprise of the day, she wasn't wearing any panties. I asked her to keep the boots on, though. I found them really sexy. I bent her over and gave her round ass a good spanking. At first I used my hands to spank her bottom, then I used a slim but tough wooden paddle. Cleopatra squealed and screamed as I gave her ass a good spanking. Her light brown skin turned a nice shade of crimson as I spanked her. I like that a lot. After spanking her, I took her to the post. I tied her hands and feet firmly to the post, and proceeded to give her a good whipping. Listening to her passionate screams of pain mixed with wicked pleasure as I whipped her big tits, her belly, her thighs and even her face with my leather belt turned me on like you would not believe. Oh yeah, I was having a lot of fun with Cleopatra Jane Hamilton, my first Black female submissive. We got so into it, especially since she gave back as good as she got. While I smacked her face, spat on her, bit her tits, roughly fingered her cunt and spat in her eyes, all the while whipping her, she screamed at me for more. Hell yeah, this bitch was taunting me while I was tormenting her. This has never happened in one of my sessions before, I'll tell you that much right now. When Cleopatra begged me to take her, I couldn't resist. I took out my eight-inch cock, which was already hard. I loosened Cleopatra's restraints so that she could kneel before me, and the biracial slut hungrily took my cock into her mouth. She sucked my dick greedily, using only her mouth to pleasure me since her hands and feet were firmly bound. After sucking my dick real good, Cleopatra begged me to take her. I did just that. I put on a condom and stuffed my dick into her wet pussy. I just laid her on a table, her hands and legs still bound. I spread her thighs, and thrust my cock into her. Cleopatra bucked wildly as I fucked her, urging me to tear her pussy up. I tapped that pussy of hers real good for a good thirty minutes before she begged me to take her ass. Even though I was dying to fuck her in the ass, I had to maintain some control here. I am the Master after all. I waved my hard dick in front of her face and asked her to beg for some of this dick. Instead of begging me, she told me to hurry up and fuck her before she changed her mind. In spite of myself, I laughed. She's got spirit, I'll give her that. I lubricated Cleopatra's anus before pressing my dick against her opening. Gently I pushed it inside. Cleopatra locked eyes with me as I began fucking her in the ass. Her ass was really tight around my dick, but I could tell that she was no stranger to butt fucking. She licked her full lips and told me to wreck her ass. I smiled at that. Well, that's one request I'll be happy to fulfill. I worked my dick into Cleopatra's asshole, loving the way it felt around my cock. Even with the condom on, her asshole was radiating warmth around my dick. Hot damn. I leaned closer and impulsively I kissed her forehead while fucking her in the ass. I don't know why I did that. Cleopatra smiled and said nothing. I continued fucking her, but barely lasted twenty minutes before I came. Sorry, but her ass was too fucking tight. Still, she told me she had fun and so did I. Our memorable first time together went nicely. Afterwards, Cleopatra showered and left. She told me she wanted to see me again and I told her I was more than okay with that. I walked her to her car, and once we got there, I offered her a handshake but she gave me a quick hug then left. I watched her drive away. Interesting lady. The next day I went to work, and my co-worker Maggie, a tall butch lesbian redhead from Australia, told me that we had an asshole accountant coming by. The Canadian government has been bugging us at Hydro Ottawa lately, what can I say. I walked to my office, and found the representative of the Canadian government waiting for me. A short, round little Asian man. He wore a cheap suit, and his nametag read L. Yamamoto. I smiled when I saw that. The little man introduced himself as Leo Yamamoto, of the Canadian Revenue Agency. Hmmm. Doesn't Cleopatra's husband work there? I smiled at the little Asian man and shook his hand. Buddy, I fucked your wife last night, I thought wickedly. Black on Black BDSM Rules Kneeling before my Master on the cold stony basement floor, I obediently sucked his long and thick, juicy Black cock. It took me a long time to accept my position in the grand scheme of things but I now know my place. Of course, anybody at all familiar with me would be shocked to see me in this position. In another life, I was a Dominatrix. I Dominated both women and men in my dungeon in metropolitan Hamilton, Ontario. Yet even as I topped those submissive people whom fate brought to my domain, I was in denial about something. The existence of my own submissive side. Thanks to Master Ares Rasmus, I am now over that and I fully embrace my submissive side. At last, I feel whole. Master Ares strokes my long, neatly dreadlocked Black hair as I suck his cock and balls with gusto. My hands are firmly handcuffed behind my back as I suck him off. I look up at my Master while gently flicking my tongue over his foreskin and licking at the underside of his shaft. He is such a beautiful man. Six feet two inches tall, broad-shouldered and well-built, with a lean, muscular body. His head and face are neatly shaved and he looks simply magnificent in a sleeveless Black T-shirt with a Death's Head emblazoned on it and Black leather pants. His dark brown skin positively glistens in the well-lit basement which serves as his dungeon and our playground for tonight. He is just the most beautiful Black man I've seen in a long time. Master Ares urges me to continue sucking him off and I obey. After playing together so many times, I have a keen understanding of what he likes. I observe our reflections in the nearby mirror as I go down on the man I love. Once upon a time, the image reflected in the mirror would have been disturbing to me. I used to see myself as a Dominatrix and a Dominant woman alone. The woman in the mirror is a dark-skinned, dreadlocked Black woman with fierce-looking tattoos everywhere. I've got a tattoo of a hawk on my left shoulder, an eagle on my right shoulder, and the image of a mongoose battling a cobra emblazoned between my shoulder blades. I love the mongoose. It's my totem animal, I guess. I've got a tattoo of a scorpion on my lower back, and twin tattoos of Mamba snakes on my forearms. On my inner thighs I've got matching tattoos of a near mythical creature, the Megalodon shark of the ancient seas. I fell in love with the creature when I first saw it in a Discovery Channel special. Yeah, I'm a tattoo freak. Makes sense because I'm a tattoo artist. I am the owner and CEO of Rachel Stanwood Ink Incorporated, the only Black-owned tattoo shop in Ontario, as far as I know. We have locations in Hamilton, Toronto and Ottawa. I have twenty six employees working for me. Not bad for a twenty-three-year-old gal, eh? Master Ares sighs in pleasure as I flick my tongue over his hairy balls. His firm hands grip my hair tightly as I tease him in the most wickedly delicious way I can think of. He urges me to continue, calling me his little tattooed slut. I find that wickedly because I am neither little nor a slut, tattooed though I may be. While barefoot, I stand five-foot-eleven, I'm taller than most women and a lot of men find my height kind of intimidating. Add to that the fact that I'm curvy, beautifully dark-skinned and big-bottomed and you can imagine why a lot of people find me exotic and forbidden. Rachel, you're too much, those are the words I heard for most of my life. Many people have accused me of being a bossy Black woman. I guess we all have a stereotype we just can't live down no matter what we do. This one is mine. At some point, I stopped fighting it and instead embraced it. Thus, I became Mistress Rachyl, the most sadistic Black Dominatrix ever. I set up a website, complete with pictures of me wearing Black leather outfits and displaying my wide array of sex toys. My advertisements worked really well. Plenty of folks lined up to get Dominated by my sadistic alter ego. In my time, I've Dominated women and men of all races. I once fucked a Saudi guy with a strap-on dildo while mocking the holy book of his faith. Before you raise your damn eyebrows, just hear me for a second. He specifically requested me to do that. The combination of female Domination and sacrilege turned him on, I guess. Another session I really enjoyed was the time I Dominated this tall, blonde-haired white woman from Gauteng, South Africa. She insisted on being flogged, spat on, pissed on and eventually fucked with a strap-on dildo while being punished for being a 'racist Afrikaner slut'. A lot of people like playing with taboo subjects, race, religion and politics being the top three. As Mistress Rachyl, I made many an outwardly normal yet secretly twisted person's most sordid fantasies come true. Why not? It certainly paid well. In six months I made over twenty grand. After graduating with my MBA from the University of Ryerson, I couldn't find work and I had bills to pay. Being a Dominatrix made a sick and thrilling kind of sense at the time. And I fully embraced it. Unfortunately, I kind of lost myself into it. I enjoyed it, but at some point it left me feeling empty. I had some undisclosed desires I wasn't ready or willing to accept or explore. Until I met Ares Rasmus, an African-American business from the City of Atlanta, Georgia, living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. He transferred to Ryerson University from Clark-Atlanta University for his MBA and we met while I was visiting an old friend on campus. He seemed drawn to me and the feeling was mutual. I really liked the golden eagle tattoo on his right forearm and the bright red scorpion tattoo on his right bicep. The brother looked good, what can I say? He asked me out and we went dancing and had a good time. We began seeing each other, and soon found out we had a lot more in common than we first thought. Ares Rasmus was a BDSM enthusiast, and a Dominator at that. Well, I was a BDSM expert and a Dominatrix at that. What followed was a seduction, negotiation and a battle of wills which eventually led me...here. On my knees, hands firmly tied behind my back by steel cuffs, sucking on Master Ares's cock with all the energy I could muster. Suddenly, I felt Master Ares's cock throb in my mouth. His whole body trembled. I thought he was about to cum, but he didn't. Instead, he told me to stop. Immediately I stopped sucking him. Master Ares grabbed me bodily and lifted me off the stony floor of the basement. Then he carried me to the nearby table and dropped me there none too gently. Still I knew better than to complain. Grabbing my face, he asked me if I was ready for him. I nodded. Grinning, Master Ares playfully smacked my face and spread my legs. He thrust two fingers into my wet, hairy pussy. He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting the essence of my womanhood. He slid his thick cock inside of me. I winced as he penetrated me. We're talking about a fairly thick rod here. Master Ares grabbed my face and locked eyes with me while slamming his dick deep inside of me. He pumped his cock into my snatch, filling me up. I licked my lips, enjoying the deliciously hot pain as Master Ares fucked me roughly like a cheap prostitute. He smacked my face and even spat on me while fucking me. He pinched my nipples, and bit the areolas while slamming his cock deep inside me. With my hands tied behind my back and my legs in the air, I was none too comfortable but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying myself. Something about surrendering to this strong, sexy and well-endowed Black Master turned me on like you would not believe. I completely let go, tapping into my inner submissive and letting my inner slut come out to play. And my Master was right there to greet me. After pumping his dick into my pussy for a long while, stretching me nicely, he suddenly pulled out of me. I gasped in protest. Master Ares laughed, and next thing I know he slid one finger in my asshole. I cringed, knowing what was coming. Master Ares probed my asshole with one finger, then two. Satisfied with his search, he pulled his fingers out of my asshole and thrust them into my mouth. Lucky for me I'm a clean woman. I tasted my ass on Master Ares's fingers. Hmmm. Laughing, he smeared something wet and cold against my asshole. And then he rubbed his dick against my backdoor. Locking eyes with me once more, he asked me if I was ready. Gritting my teeth, I nodded. I managed to stifle a shriek as Master Ares cock invaded my asshole. Even with the lube, his dick felt huge in my ass. Lucky for me he took his sweet time while working his member in my ass. Inch by painful, delicious inch, he entered me. I felt my anal muscles stretch as he made his way inside of me. Master Ares told me to relax and enjoy myself. And that's exactly what I did. I closed my eyes, and licked my dry lips as his cock entered me where no other man had gone before. Even though I'm a strong woman, I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt. His dick stretched my hole and it hurt like hell. However, I wanted to give myself to my Master without restraint and this meant allowing him access to every part of me. Master Ares added more lubricant as he continued with his exploration of my ass. What a relief. Thus he was able to work most of his dick inside of me. I opened my eyes and was shocked by the expression on his face. Gone was the scowl he always wore during our sessions. Master Ares handsome dark brown face was filled with happiness as he slowly leaned over and kissed me. Next thing I know, he was showering me with kisses. He kissed my forehead, my lips and my eyes. Thank you, he said. Moments later I was shrieking in pleasure mixed with pain as my Master exploded inside of me. A few hours later, I lay in bed next to my man. Gently I ran my hands over his hairy chest. Ares took my hand and brought it to his lips. I was positively glowing with happiness. This guy really knows how to make a woman feel special. I rested my head against his chest and fell asleep. When I came to, he was gone. Well, gone from the bed. I could hear him humming in the kitchen. I was about to get up when I saw something which positively stilled my heart. A small red box. My heart thundered in my chest as I gasped, then practically pried it open. My eyes went wide when I saw the shiny engagement ring. I laughed out loud as I tried it on, then rushed to the kitchen where my sexy man waited for me with open arms. I leapt into his arms and we fell in a heap on the floor. He tried to say something but I was too busy ripping his boxers off and kissing him. I was never much for words anyway. Black on Black BDSM Sensuality It brings me the utmost pleasure when you do this to me. I gaze upon you, my magnificent Master. You're so tall and sexy, with dark brown skin, golden brown eyes and curly Black hair. Your Nigerian father and Puerto Rican mother gave you the best of both worlds, making you one of the world's most beautiful Black men. From the moment I saw you in my psychology class at Howard University, I knew that you were the one for me. Tonight, I pledge myself to you. Mind, body and soul. Master Alberto Adewale, this sister from Detroit gives you her everything. With free will and without restraint, I offer you all that I am. Rose is a common name, and I never felt that it suited me because everything about me is uncommon. How many six-foot-three, dark and lovely African-American women do you know in the world of Collegiate Swimming? Yeah, that's what I thought. Yet when you utter my name from your exquisite lips, you make it sound so musical, beautiful and unique. Yet your voice is absolutely masculine. I shudder as you bring your big, strong hand down upon my big, quivering Black butt. It never ceases to amaze me how gentle your demeanor is when you administer the swift, sensual punishment which I crave. Before I met you, my interest in BDSM was something I kept to myself. I simply could never see myself submitting to someone, even though I fantasized about it plenty of times. When we first met, you saw right through me. I walked through the halls of Howard University like I owned the place. It's part of being a BAP. I'm a Black American Princess. Born and bred. My father is a Lawyer and my mother is a Michigan State Policewoman. I grew up in a middle-class household and I'm used to the good life. I always expect nothing but the best. You amazed me, my foreign-accented African-American Prince. Born in the City of San Juan, Puerto Rico, to Annabella Bautista, a mixed-race mother of Caucasian and Hispanic ancestry and George Adewale, a Nigerian-American immigrant father. You lived most of your life in the City of Lagos, Nigeria, with your father after the death of your mother. Although you're a U.S. citizen by birth, you spoke English with a strange accent when we met. And yet you were eerily comfortable navigating the social scene in our nation's Capital. Your light brown eyes beheld me, and I froze like a deer caught in headlights. I've seen beautiful men of all races before. Last year, I went out with a handsome Irishman named Sean Connell. An exchange student from the Galway-Mayo Institute in Ireland who studied for a year at Howard University in Washington D.C. I liked Sean, and we had a great time together. I don't discriminate among the men I date. I expect the best, regardless of color. Sean treated me like a queen, and I liked that. Too bad he went back to Ireland. Too bad he forgot to tell me he had a Chinese-born fiancée waiting for him in Dublin. Hmm. Men of all races lie. Prior to meeting Sean, I dated a handsome Japanese guy named Jason Yamamoto. A wonderful young man with a keen mind and exotic good looks. A native of the Japanese Home Islands. I really cared for Jason, but like so many Asians I know, he was in thrall to Caucasian women and all things European. It's a shame he left me for that blonde bimbo Ariel, but I guess our thing simply wasn't meant to be. Why am I saying this? I've made a lot of mistakes in my life when it comes to men, and I'm only twenty three years old. You fascinate me, Alberto Adewale. My Master. Did you know that you're the first Black man I've dated since High School? Yeah, you are that special to me. Why didn't I date the brothers even though I attended a predominantly African-American school like Howard University? I have my reasons. I wanted to see what's out there. I mainly dated Black guys at Cardinal Academy in the East End of metropolitan Detroit, Michigan. I like the brothers just fine. However, since so many brothers are dating White women, Hispanic women and Asian women these days, I opted not to limit myself to dating only Black men. I think that's only fair. However, that was before I met you. Now that I've been with you, no other man will do. Damn you, my sexy Black Master. Damn you for setting my heart afire with your smoldering gaze. I haven't been the same since you came into my life. And I think you know this all too well. You continue spanking me, bringing your hand down on my big Black butt for slap after stinging slap. Your hand makes a meaty smacking sound as it hits my butt. I wince, but also lick my lips. Spanking is the most delicious of punishments. And with a big and round, absolutely fine piece of heart-shaped Black ass like mine, many men have wanted to spank me over the years. However, you're the first man I let do this to me. If somebody told me a while ago that I would let a man tie up my hands and feet before bending me over his knee and spanking me, I would have laughed. This tall Black Amazon who routinely breaks records in NCAA Women's Swimming is NOT submissive in any way, shape or form. Or is she? After spanking my big Black butt, you prop me up on my knees and remove the gag from my mouth. I breathe a sigh of relief. Smiling maliciously, a dark look fills your handsome face as you free your hard cock from your silk underwear. Out comes your dick. It's both long and thick, and also uncircumcised. I don't mind. You rub your dick head against my lips. On my knees with my hands and feet tied, I begin sucking your cock. You palm my dreadlocks with your big hands, and I slowly make love to your penis with my mouth. I suck your dick and balls as if they were sugar cubes. And they are sugar cubes to me. Chocolate-flavored sugar cubes. Straight from the African motherland. Hmmm. Good. I sucked you off my sexy Black Master until you came, blasting you hot cum all over my face. I drank every drop of you manly essence until you are dry. You sigh in pleasure and rubbed my head affectionately. Good job, you said. I look at you adoringly. Thank you my Master! Black on Black BDSM: Spanking Black women are bossy, they always try to dominate Black men, and they have an attitude problem. Giving that such 'facts' are common knowledge, you'd think it would be easy for a submissive Black man to find a 'bossy' Black woman, right? Well, as a lifestyle BDSM person, I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that this isn't true. My name Jean-Charles Renaud. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on February 7, 1986. I lived in the vast, beautiful metropolis of Montreal my whole life, and attended McGill University where I earned my MBA. In 2011, I moved to the City of Boston, Massachusetts, because the Quebecor Media Corporation was opening a bureau there and needed someone like me. I loved the idea of moving to Boston, home of the first Black man elected Governor of the State of Massachusetts. Black Canadians are in awe of African-Americans, a fact which shouldn't surprise any of you. Anyhow, Boston and its ladies proved to be more than I could handle. Getting the Boston bureau of the Quebecor Media Corporation up and running was no small task. A lot of highly educated Canadian professionals fail tragically in the cutthroat corporate environment of America. As a guy from the tough neighborhood of Montreal-Nord in the Province of Quebec, I thought I had seen it all. And then I came to the City of Boston. A town whose Black men and Black women are utterly fearless. Black American women fascinated me long before I came to Boston, Massachusetts, from my hometown of Montreal, Quebec. I had posters of African-American female celebrities like Serena Williams, Halle Berry and many others on my dorm wall at McGill University. Yeah, I thought Black American women were fearless, fierce and beautiful. It was a Black woman from Miami, Florida, who introduced me to BDSM. Carol McRae. A tall, fine-looking Black woman in her early thirties who taught me everything I know about the art of dominance and the pleasures of submission. Carol was teaching business administration at McGill University at the time we met. She recently returned to the business education department of Florida A & M University. I miss her sometimes. When not working or 'chilling' in my cozy apartment in the Back Bay area of Boston, I indulge my hobby. Like I said before, I am fascinated by all things related to BDSM. Now, being a heterosexual Black male submissive doesn't make one a hot commodity in the world of BDSM. For the most part, the Black men involved in the world of BDSM are dominant. They play with White female and occasionally White male submissive types. Black females in BDSM tend to be dominant too. They play with White male submissive types and the occasional submissive White woman who likes dominant Black ladies. Black men and Black women stay the hell away from each other in the world of BDSM. I don't know why. Carol McRae once told me that I'm the only submissive Black male she has ever dealt with. In her time, she's played with submissive Hispanic men, submissive White guys and a few submissive White women. The only other submissive Black male she ever encountered was partnered up with a dominant White female. It's a sad state of the affairs when Black men and Black women avoid each other like the plague, folks. Really. I happen to firmly believe in Black Love. And not just because I once got dumped by my White fiancée three weeks before our wedding was supposed to take place. That's a story for another time. Okay, my bad. I'm sorry. I'm not supposed to dangle a painfully juicy tidbit like that in front of you without elaborating on it. A couple of years ago, I was in a relationship with this gal named Melody Tremblay. You've seen the type before. Five feet ten inches tall, slim and fit, with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. When we met she was a journalism student at Concordia University in Montreal, Quebec. Melody was born and raised in the town of Laval, Quebec. Not too far from Montreal. I found her quite appealing, I guess that's why I dated her and eventually proposed to her. I thought I was in love with her. I thought we were going to be together forever. Three weeks before we were supposed to get hitched, she ran into her ex-boyfriend Keith Hamilton, a red-haired and green-eyed Irish guy who recently got dumped by the Chinese gal he originally dumped Melody for. There is a supreme irony in that story. A White guy who gets dumped by his Asian girlfriend goes back to the White chick he originally dumped, and that same White chick dumps her Black boyfriend/fiancé for that White dude. That's White love, eh? I guess at some point they dump all of us minorities to be with each other. That's bloody lovely. Anyhow, after Melody did what she did, I swore off White women. I remade myself as a firm believer in Black Love. I became Mr. All-Black-Everything. Black women. Black music. All Black everything. Of course, I worked for a White-owned corporation and made a six-figure salary but hey, I'm still an original. In Boston, I began looking for my Black queen. One night, I met Shamika Blake while walking inside the Boston Public Library. I don't run into six-foot-tall, well-dressed Black women who look amazing in leather overcoats every day, so I just had to go over to introduce myself. Little did I know that this native of Plymouth, Massachusetts, was in Boston for a BDSM convention. Well, I asked her to grab a bite with me inside the food court of nearby Copley Mall and tell me all about it. How we went from that to her taking me to the BDSM convention near Government Center in Boston, I'll never know. Yeah, that night, in front of a crowd of two hundred people, she pulled my pants down and spanked me with a wooden paddle as part of a 'class' demonstration. Isn't that cool? Who amongst you can boast of such an exciting first date? After that memorable encounter, Mistress Shamika Blake and I got involved. I needed someone to explore my submissive side with and this sexy African-American Dominatrix was intrigued by the prospect of taking a big and tall Black Canadian male as her submissive. I guess it was a win-win situation for the both of us. I learned a lot from her. Such as the fact that I now love strap-on dildos. Oh, yeah. Mistress Shamika likes to regularly bend me over, spank my ass and then spread my cheeks and lube me up before penetrating me. This she does with her shiny ebony strap-on dildo. At first I could barely take half of it in my ass but over time, I've gotten used to it. I learned to enjoy the feel of a strap-on dildo in my ass as my sexy Black Dominatrix fucks me. I understand how lucky I am as a Black man to have a gorgeous Black woman to bang me with a strap-on dildo regularly. A lot of submissive Black men don't have that luxury. Many of them can only dream of such luck. All in all, I'm enjoying my life in Boston. Of course, I miss Montreal because hey, it's home. However, I've grown to love Boston. A town whose mayor has been in power forever and a day. A New England metropolis that never really sleeps, though it cannot hold a candle to its socio-political ( and athletic) archrival New York City. A place filled with lovely, fearless Black women and stalwart Black men, one of whom governors the entire State of Massachusetts. I'm happy to be here. Black Americans got a good thing going on in Boston, and I'm happy to live among them. I'm thankful that Mistress Shamika is in my life as my Dominatrix/girlfriend/tormentor/sweetheart. Life is good. Peace. Black on Black BDSM Switching Six hours ago, I was dominating the hell out of my favorite submissive. A chubby, middle-aged white male named Clarence Wilson. An attorney living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, happily married to an Irish-born schoolteacher and the proud father of twin daughters. I had him face down and ass up in my dungeon/basement, laughing as I berated him while thrusting my strap-on dildo deep into his asshole. Clarence howled as I sank my dildo deep inside his shit hole. Way down where the sun doesn't shine. In spite of his screams, or perhaps because of them, I knew he loved it. For he sought me specifically for this purpose. He needed a Black Dominatrix and they don't get any bossier than me. My name is Lillian McRae and I approve this message. As an MBA student at Carleton University's Sprott School of Business in the South end of Ottawa, Ontario, I am one busy woman. However, I always make time for the things that matter. Life is all about balance, I say. And it is my belief that nobody is one-dimensional. Anyone gazing at me sees a five-foot-eleven, short-haired and dark-skinned, curvy and big-bottomed Black woman in her mid-twenties. Well, I am much more than that. I am a choir member at the Haitian-dominated Baptist Church of Ottawa. Also, I'm a Board member of the Black Student Association at Carleton University. However, I'm also a whip-smart Dominatrix who advertises her services both online and on the back pages of the Ottawa Sun Newspaper. Guess where Clarence here found me? From reading his favorite conservative newspaper, of course. I shove my dildo into the depths of Clarence's asshole, wanting him to suffer. Why? Well, why not? This submissive White male represents everything that I despise. He's got money, and a sense of entitlement. He wears a Tory tie, marking his allegiance to the conservative Prime Minister of Canada, the infamous Stephen Harper. A man who despises immigrants with a passion. And I am an immigrant. I was born in the City of Galway, Ireland, to Jamaican immigrant parents. My parents left Ireland for Canada in the early 1980s. I am a Canadian citizen, sure, but I haven't forgotten that my parents, who hold both Irish and Canadian citizenship, were driven off Ireland by racist attacks in metropolitan Galway. Someone like Clarence wouldn't know anything about such issues. Being White, male and wealthy allows him to lead an insulated lifestyle. He wouldn't know struggle or misery if they hit him in the face. That's why I feel nothing but contempt for him and all others like him. They think they run the world. They don't run shit. They're losers with a sense of grandeur and a talent for manipulation and deception, that's all. This Black woman does NOT worship White men. I make White men kneel before me like the Black Goddess that I am and I turn them into my own personal bitches. How do you like them apples? After repeatedly plunging my strap-on dildo into the depths of Clarence and making this middle-aged, chubby White male squeal like a little bitch, I finally pulled out of his ass. Clarence sighed in relief. I smacked his face so hard he told me later that he actually saw stars. Good. I ordered Clarence to suck my dildo. I needed my dildo cleaned up properly before putting it away for future use. For once, Clarence actually got the hint and sucked my plastic cock with gusto. I bet the White male bitch could taste his ass on it. I watched him lick my strap-on dildo's business end and practically polish it with his tongue. White men make such good little slaves for dominant Black Mistresses like myself. Nice and obedient. I smile patronizingly at Clarence, then order him to lick my boots. Once again, he did as he was told. I smiled at that, before ordering him to get dressed and dismissing him. I just about had enough of him! I went upstairs after sending Clarence on his merry way. I had a nice shower, and got properly made up for my next date. I put away my Black leather miniskirt and bright red leather bustier, along with my whip, chains and strap-on dildo. I wouldn't need any of that for my next encounter. I donned a conservative dress and a long dark gray overcoat. At six o'clock sharp, I left the house. I went to the Saint Laurent Mall and walked into East Side Mario's restaurant where a tall, good-looking Black man in a tailored suit was waiting for me. He greeted me with smiles and open arms. I smiled at him and gently kissed him on the lips as he pulled my chair for me. My beloved boyfriend Thomas Felton, originally from Prince George's County, Maryland. An African-American businessman with an MBA from Howard University operating in the business sector of Ottawa and Toronto in Ontario, Canada. The man who stole my heart. We sat together and talked about anything and everything. I like listening to Thomas talk. He's cute and oh so charming. A good-looking, educated brother who's going places. And he loves the sisters too. We need more like him in Canada, for real! After dinner, Thomas and I walked hand in hand through the mall. Everybody looked at us everywhere we went. Canadians weren't used to seeing good-looking, well-dressed Black folks walking around holding hands. Thomas and I weren't like everybody else in this forsaken little town called Ottawa. Every Black guy in Ottawa dates fat White chicks, and every Black woman is trying to one-up the brothers by grabbing the first crusty White guy she sees and showing him off like a trophy. They're pathetic. Thomas and I believe in Black Love. This elevates us and nourishes us spiritually and sensually in the racist world that we live in. Thomas took me to the Blair movie theater, and we caught a showing of Immortals, the motion picture. It was alright. Afterwards, we went home. That's when the fun really began. Thomas and I went to the bedroom, and got undressed. I admired his sexy body. At six-foot-one, with dark brown skin and curly hair, he looked mighty fine with his well-cut abs and lean, muscular body. I laid him on the bed and licked every inch of him. Later, he kissed me tenderly and sucked at my breasts while fingering my pussy. Then he went down on me, eating my pussy like it was going out of style. My man knows how to rock my world. Afterwards, he turned me around and gave my big Black ass a good spanking. I yelped as my sexy Black stud spanked my big Black ass, causing it to sting wonderfully. Thomas laughed, and told me to get ready for some major fun. I knew what that meant. I assumed the position. Face down and ass up. Thomas got behind me and gently fingered my asshole. Then he smeared lotion all over my ass before rubbing his big dick against my asshole. Thomas asked me if I was ready to get butt fucked. I said yes. Laughing, he eased his dick into my asshole. I grimaced as he penetrated me. Thomas is the only man I've let take me like this. Holding my wide hips tightly, he thrust his cock into my asshole. Face down and ass up, I bucked wildly as Thomas slammed his cock into my asshole. My sexy Black American stud gave it to me good, working that dick up my ass like it was nothing. I fingered my wet, hairy pussy as Thomas fucked me in the ass. My man loves my ass something fierce. Before I met him, anal sex wasn't even on my radar. Or should I say, receiving anal sex wasn't on my horizon. I was always okay with giving it. Via strap-on, of course. Thomas filled my ass with his big dick, packing it in. We went at it until he finally came, flooding my asshole with his manly seed. Only then did he pull out of me as I screamed like a woman possessed. His hot sperm was burning up this Black woman's asshole! Thomas pulled his cock out of my ass, pulled my trembling body into his arms and silenced me with a kiss. Tenderly, he told me he loved me. Smiling, I told him I loved him too.