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Somali Muslim Dominatrix Tales

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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 need sex too, get over it.

Why is an observant Muslim woman like myself involved in something as haram as BDSM? I can see the Imams and the Sheikhs shaking their fists in anger at the very thought of a Muslim sister like me doing kinky things. Well, why in hell not? I’m a good Muslim sister and know my holy book by heart. The way I understand that, what I do isn’t technically wrong. Let me explain, please.

Muslim men and Muslim women reading this tale, especially the ones from the motherland of Africa, may be shaking their heads in disgust. Then again, they might be actually turned on, since they’re on an online spot dedicated to erotic writing. Yes, I know that lots of Muslim women watch porn and read erotica, as do lots of Muslim men. Nothing surprises me anymore in this world, and with good reason.

Anyhow, I know the rules of my Islamic faith, in regards to what is sexually permissible and what is considered haram or forbidden. Muslim men may not fuck other men in the butt, nor may Muslim men fuck women in the butt, that is absolutely true. Still, there’s no admonition against Muslim women strapping it on and fucking men, is there? Therefore, this Somali Muslim dominatrix isn’t breaking any taboos by fucking men up the ass with her strap-on dildo. Thank you very much.

I grew up in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, the daughter of Somali Muslim immigrants who came here from the lovely but war-torn nation of Somalia in the 1990s. I don’t remember anything about Somalia, which my family fled because of the tribal wars which plagued our nation for a very long time. I consider myself as Canadian as maple syrup, and the last time an annoying old white dude asked me where I came from, I told him to go fuck himself. Canadian enough for you?

When most people meet me, they often think I’m soft and sweet. Five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, with dark brown skin and long dark hair which I usually tuck away under my Hijab, that’s me. I’ve also got a big round booty that even my traditional long dresses can’t hide. If you saw me on my way to the mosque on a Friday, I’d look like any observant Muslim sister. Long dress, Hijab, and pious expression, that’s me. There’s so much more to women like me than the world knows, seriously.

I discovered the world of BDSM while studying Police Foundations at Algonquin College in Nepean, Ontario. A brother named Youssef bahis firmaları Aden told me all about it. When I saw this tall, muscular, dark-skinned brother originally from the nation of Djibouti, I thought he was a tough guy. He was the supervisor of a security team in one of the big box stores which make up College Square in the Nepean area.

“What on earth are you watching?” I asked Youssef when I ran into him at the Algonquin College library, on that fateful rainy Thursday evening. Youssef, who was a part time student at Algonquin College in those days, was browsing the Internet, and I wasn’t surprised that the supposedly strict Muslim brother from Djibouti was looking at porn. I was surprised by what kind of porn he was looking at, though…

“Oh shit, this isn’t what it looks like, I’m, uh, doing research,” Youssef said sheepishly, and I looked at his computer screen and smiled, then shook my head. Youssef was looking at unorthodox porn alright. A blonde-haired white woman had a black man on all fours and she was sodomizing him with a strap-on dildo. I had to laugh at the wrongness of the image, and the sheer absurdity of it.

“So, Youssef, you want to get fucked up the ass by Becky with a strap-on?” I teased, and I grabbed a chair and sat next to him. Youssef tried to click out of the video but I grabbed his hand and stopped him. Youssef looked at me and his smile vanished. A lot of people, including my fellow Muslims, underestimate me because I wear the Hijab and conduct myself in a reserved manner…most of the time. They usually don’t see me coming…

“Sister, please let go,” Youssef pleaded, and I grinned and shook my head. I took the mouse from him and clicked, and the video resumed playing. The blonde-haired white chick in the porn video fucked the brother on his back while stroking his dick, and she totally made him her bitch. I felt aroused by this for some reason. I swear my pussy twitched and got wet. Youssef seemed to pick up on this, and his demeanor relaxed, somewhat…

“Interesting stuff,” I said, and Youssef, seemingly emboldened, began to show me more. Youssef told me about Fetlife, where lots of freaky people into BDSM and Kink like to gather. That’s what piqued my interest. Also, the idea of a dominant woman having her way with a man to the point of emasculating him turned me on. I barely knew anything about BDSM but my urge to dominate was there. It just needed to be activated. And I had a ready-made submissive to play with…

“I’ve been looking for a Mistress for a long time,” Youssef said to me, a couple of days later, and I smiled and nodded. We were sitting inside the Tim Horton’s off of Woodroffe Avenue, just a couple of African Muslims chatting. With Youssef’s kaçak iddaa help, I made a profile, and added him as a friend. I called myself Mistress Sagal ( not my real name), a name I totally liked, plus my real name does start with an S so that kind of suited me.

“Well you got one now,” I replied to Youssef, and he smiled and nodded. We’d been talking for some time, and I wanted to test him. I ordered Youssef to get me a latte and before my amazed eyes, the burly Djiboutian Muslim brother got up and complied with my demand. When he came back, I was all smiles, pleased with my handiwork. This is going to be fun, I thought to myself.

Youssef and I left the Tim Horton’s and went to his place, which is kind of taboo, if you know anything about the Somali and Djiboutian peoples. We are Muslim for the most part, and in our cultures, unmarried men and women stay away from each other unless they have serious intentions. I felt excited due to the taboos that we were violating, and also because, well, we were about to have some fun…

“Mistress Sagal, you have such lovely feet,” Youssef said to me, and he knelt before me and sucked on my toes. I felt a thrill inside when Youssef tongue licked my toes, and kind of giggled. I know, not very dominatrix of me, but whatever, I was new at the game. Youssef continued to kiss my feet, and then traveled upward, toward my inner thighs.

“Beg me for a sniff of my pussy, Youssef, you’re my bitch,” I said tersely, teasing him, and amazingly, Youssef complied. Youssef begged for my sweet pussy until I finally relented, and that’s when the magic happened. I pulled down my traditional Islamic long skirt, yanked down my bright purple panties, and Youssef sniffed my pussy, then buried his face between my thighs. The brother got to work, and he did not disappoint…

“Mistress Sagal, your pussy tastes wonderful,” Youssef said, pausing for a second. I clucked my tongue, and Youssef resumed giving my pussy a tongue bath. The brother sucked on my clitoris and tormented me in the sweetest way possible. He made me cum mere minutes later, and I squealed in delight. Dominatrix or not, in that moment, I was like putty in Youssef’s hands. It was a fun moment…

“That was awesome,” I said to Youssef, a little while later. Youssef looked at me, smiled and bowed his head gently. That’s how it started between us. Youssef and I were both new to BDSM, and had much to learn. The Djiboutian Muslim brother was the first man I ever spanked. I bent him over my knee, donned black leather gloves, and gave his cute ass a sound spanking. It was a lot of fun, I swear.

A few weeks into our explorations, I granted Youssef one of his fondest desires. I went to Pleasures N Treasures, the kaçak bahis adult video and toy store located on Rideau Street near downtown Ottawa, and bought a strap-on dildo. I called Youssef and summoned him to my place. With my parents visiting old friends in Toronto, I had the house to myself. When Youssef came by, I had a nice surprise for him…

“Oh my,” Youssef said excitedly when he found me, sitting on the living room couch, stark naked, my curvy body glowing. I was rubbing my tits with one hand and stroking a very phallic object with the other. Youssef grinned, and I gestured for him to come to me. Youssef rushed to me and gave me a bear hug, then picked me up. I kissed him, then playfully smacked his butt.

“Glad to see you too, Youssef, but I’m in dominatrix mode, so put me down,” I said, laughing, and Youssef nodded, then complied. I bent my favorite Djiboutian Muslim stud over, spread his ass cheeks and lubricated his bum. I rolled a condom on my brand new strap-on dildo, and then pressed it against his butt. Without further ado, I gripped Youssef by the hips and leaned into him, burying my dildo up his ass. It’s time to fuck…

“Oh yes, Mistress Sagal, fuck me,” Youssef moaned, and I laughed and went to town on him. Lots of men love getting fucked up the ass by a woman wearing a strap-on dildo, and Muslim men like Youssef are no exception. What does the woman get out of it? Lots! I felt wonderfully empowered as I bucked eons of tradition and dominated the hell out of Youssef, ravaging his ass with my strap-on dildo and delighting in those screams of his.

After fucking the hell out of Youssef’s ass, I wanted some of his dick. I’m happy to say that he is blessed with nine inches of thick Northeast African manhood. I got on all fours after tossing aside my strap-on dildo, and shook my big butt for him. Youssef looked at me while stroking his long, hard dick. My pussy was dripping. My nipples were erect. I wanted Youssef more than I wanted my next breath.

“Fuck me, I demand it,” I said to Youssef, and he smiled and came up behind me. Under my orders, my Djiboutian hunk smacked my big ass, and fucked me silly. I moaned softly as Youssef gripped my hips and slammed his big dick into my pussy. I gripped his big dark dick with my vaginal muscles, and Youssef fucked me like there was no tomorrow. The brother definitely broke my back, for he fucked me till I tapped out, big bad dominatrix that I am. It was fun.

Youssef and I are an item, if you hadn’t guessed. I’ve embarked on my journey as a Muslim dominatrix, and in my explorations, I’ve dominated lots of men. Somali men. Haitian men. Italian men. Jamaican men. French Canadian men. Chinese men. Latino men. I don’t discriminate, what I require is respect and obedience on the part of my subs. I’m also actively spreading the gospel of BDSM among Muslim women and Muslim men. Many among the Ummah are embracing the kink lifestyle, and it’s a beautiful thing!

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