Strange title huh?…well it’s from one of the Mistress Black stories I’m working on, the book will be published on Friday 7th October 2011 on Smashwords. It should be an interesting read, as there will be stories by Mistress Black, written in first person, here’s a sample:
As I lubed my strap on cock, I looked at him with his fat arse up, waiting to get fucked. He was an unusual man in the sense that he always wanted to have his phone close by and liked to have his wife listen to our sessions, I suppose it turned him on, it turned them both on. It was the fact that I, Mistress Black, Jamaican dominatrix took great pleasure in fucking this so-called city banker or city wanker as I liked to call him.
I often wondered how much he earned as his gifts were far more extravagant than the other strap on lovers on my list. He was always particularly generous if I spoke to him in Jamaican patois, he loved it. His wife had clearly forgotten where she came from and refused to speak this way. I’ve met her a few times, a bit too rahtid stuck up for my liking, but I soon sorted her out one afternoon, but I’ll get to that later on, put it this way when I say “Is pussy yuh love fi nyam”, she falls to her knees quick, parts my thighs and eats my cunt.
Before you ask, I’ll tell you. I got into this whole dominatrix thing purely by accident. I had been in this country for 15 long years and like most Jamaicans, I came here thinking the typical cliché that the streets were paved with gold, more like dog shit. I learned fast, I did my fair share of office jobs, temping jobs, jobs that I absolutely hated and then one night on a cold Friday evening, I saw this woman at a bus stop.
“Where you from, Jamaica?”
“Yes”. I replied, I looked at her, like “How you know?”.
“I’m Miz Straplee, you know it’s kind of rough here, if you don’t know how to run tings, understand me”.
There you have it, that’s how I met Miz Straplee, that very short conversation, changed my world completely, she showed me how to make some real money, just by listening to people and making their fantasies a reality. We ended up sharing a flat together, went to all the fetish clubs that we could find and slowly our clientele grew. Now we have a list, there are men on there who have been patiently waiting for at least 12 months or more to play with us.
In this lifestyle there is a perception that mistresses are all kink and no heart, rubbish. I can be very sensual at times, but everyone knows that you play by my rules and my rules alone. I owe so much to Miz Straplee, we’re also playmates when the mood arises and I suppose within time she’ll tell you her side of the story, as will the other characters. What I will say, is that I actually care about the men and women who enter The Basement to play. I’m not just out to get their cash and although the cash pig thing is highly popular, I’m not into financial humiliation either . However if a client refuses to pay I never return the initial Mistress tax that I charge all of my clients, like Miz Straplee told me things can get rough if you don’t know how to run things.
The Basement is our highly equipped playground, I won’t give you chapter and verse about it, but if you ever make it ask for the Fucking Chair. I have yet to hear any complaints about it, in the middle is a large vibrator and next to it a switch, rather like a fucking machine really. I’ve seen men cry out their orgasm because of it. I will go off on a tangent, when I’m storytelling, you’ll get used to it, I’m not a natural and neither is Pashun Nate, the other woman, the other side of me. She’ll tell you that I’m her alter ego and she would be right. I do the things that she has always wanted to, but never had the courage to.
Well, erm, yes nice little background there for you…like I was saying he is a very strange man, very repressed, with his uppity wife. She came to The Basement was ready to argue it seems, I had to put her in her place and tell her that her man was here for his fantasies. I told you that I got her to eat my pussy, she visits weekly now, not so up her own arse. I reminded her “Just because you left Jamaica and came here, it means nothing, you’re a Jamaican, remember that”. She retorted, “In Jamaica, I wasn’t eating pussy”. I laughed “Sweetheart, people like us are everywhere”. She sliced up the mangoes, passed me a patty and cocobread and we ate in silence.
There he was the man, with his arse up, I love fucking him, when I strap up, he’s my bitch simple. I show him no mercy, his request not mine. The first time I fucked him in front of his wife, he squirted his come on the floor of The Basement. His wife licked it up and I was like “Interesting, this one has potential”. Funny how things change, later, much later she became my rival…if you’ve been reading the blog, Black, Kinky and Proud, you’ll know that her name is Bootiful. The fallout happened after she saw her husband begging me to come to his office before a very important meeting.
I went, gave him what he wanted, and just as I was about to pull my cock out of his arse, in walked the Chief Executive…
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The Adventures of Mistress Black: Tales of a Jamaican Dominatrix – out on Friday 7th October 2011 on Smashwords.
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