"Rachel, you are a crazy woman, and the funny thing about insanity is that people who are insane don't even know that they're insane," Paul Winters said with a smile, and Rachel LeConte smiled, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. One way or another, things were going to change between them tonight, Rachel would have it no other way.
"I'm not a crazy woman, Paul, or would you prefer to be called Master Noir? I am the woman who's going to fuck your ass," Rachel retorted, using that sexy and scary voice that she liked to use on her male and female subs. Outside the stately mansion located in the heart of New Orleans, Louisiana, a storm raged. Inside, a sensual storm was brewing as a battle of wills played out between two very willful individuals...
"Rachel, or Maitresse Ra, whichever one of your many names you want to be called by, I refuse to honor our bet since it was in jest," Paul Winters said, and the tall and dark-skinned, burly African American BDSM Master smiled nonchalantly, and took a puff of his cigar. Sitting on a throne-like chair, clad in a black leather jacket over a red silk shirt, black leather pants and black leather boots, Paul/Master Noir looked strong and confident. One sexy brother, Rachel thought with a wicked grin.
"Nope, a bet is a bet, Paul, and I won fair and square, you said you would get my ass if you won, and that I would get your ass if I won, I am here to stake my claim," Rachel said, and with that, she unzipped her long black overcoat, revealing a body which was simply to die for. Paul felt a stir down below as he beheld the vision of beauty standing before him.
Clad in a black tank top over a black leather miniskirt and thigh-high black leather boots, Rachel Leconte/Mistress Ra looked simply amazing. Six feet tall, curvy and sexy, with a voluptuous, chocolate-hued body which was simply to die for, and an ass that was made for spanking and fucking, the woman who called herself Mistress Ra was fine as hell. Born in the City of Kingston, Jamaica, and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana, Rachel resembled the Creole beauties that Paul Winters grew up with, but she had charms that were uniquely her own.
For a long time, Master Noir had been the undisputed King of the BDSM scene in the City of New Orleans, Louisiana. As a tall, handsome black man blessed with good looks, athleticism, keen intelligence and raw charisma, he had lots of female admirers. Gorgeous white women, feisty Latin women, and even those exotic and elusive Indian women. Still, there was nothing quite like a strong and beautiful black woman, and even in New Orleans, a city crawling with sexy black ladies, Rachel Leconte/Mistress Ra was in a class by herself.
When news and rumors began swirling around a sexy and seductive black dominatrix who was taking the BDSM scene by storm, Paul Winters found himself curious about her. According to the rumor mill, Rachel Leconte was one hell of a dominant, and she wasn't like the other black female dominant types that Paul knew of. Most black women in the world of BDSM were allergic to black men, flocking to those cliché insecure white males posing as dominants when all they really wanted was some pussy and occasional worship.
