Haitian Femdom Revolution Ch 02

"So, um, after five years together, you see fit to tell me that you like my farts?" Jeanne Junie Anglade asked as she sat across from her fiancé Stephen Legros inside the food court at the Blair Shopping Center in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario. The young Haitian woman looked at the big and tall, dark-skinned brother who leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smug on his handsome face. Will wonders never cease? Jeanne thought with a smirk.

"I guess so," Stephen replied, and Jeanne Junie grinned, recalling what she thought of him the first time they met. It was five years ago, during the summer of 2012, and she showed up at the Silver City movie theater to catch a movie. The Dictator was playing, and while in line at the box office, Jeanne Junie spotted a big and tall, handsome and well-dressed brother.

"Are you Ethiopian?" Stephen asked her with a hesitant smile, and Jeanne Junie smiled and shook her head. Truth be told, she was about to ask the handsome brother if he was Somali, but when he spoke to her she detected the faintest traces of a Haitian accent. Jeanne Junie smiled and talked to Stephen, and then asked him the question that was burning on her tongue...

"What movie are you watching?" Jeanne Junie asked Stephen, and he smiled and pointed to the big poster of actor Sacha Baron Cohen in military garb, sitting on a camel. Jeanne Junie grinned, pleased with Stephen's answer. They ended up going into the theater showroom together and watching the same movie. The whole encounter seemed like Kismet to both Stephen and Jeanne Junie...

In fact, they sat next to each other, and talked like old friends as the movie played. Sure, they annoyed the hell out of fellow moviegoers but neither Stephen nor Jeanne Junie cared. The instant chemistry between them was wondrous to behold. After the movie, Stephen and Jeanne Junie walked to the nearby OC Transpo bus station and rode the bus to Hurdman Station. Along the way, Stephen asked Jeanne Junie for her number, and she took his instead...

"I don't have a cell phone at the moment, honest, give me yours and I'll call you," Jeanne Junie said to Stephen, and the burly young Haitian man looked at her, and smiled. The tall, curvy, brown-skinned Haitian beauty with the long dark hair and full lips was quite enchanting, but she drove a hard bargain. Every guy knew that when you gave a gal your phone number she wasn't going to call you, but Stephen decided to take a chance on Jeanne Junie. She seemed lively and spontaneous, different from the boring, image-conscious gals he usually dealt with at Carleton University.

"Cool," Stephen said, and he wrote his number on a piece of paper and gave it to Jeanne Junie as they got off the bus at Hurdman Station. The young woman smiled and pocketed it, then wished him a good day. Stephen watched her go, and he smiled as he admired the hell out of Jeanne Junie's shapely ass. Still, he felt a pang of regret since he didn't think he'd hear from her again. All the girls he met seemed to follow the same predictable and dull script...

"Hey, handsome, what's up?" read a text from an unknown number, and Stephen, who'd been riding the bus to Barrhaven, frowned. Who in hell was that? It had bene forty five minutes since he caught the 95 bus at Hurdman Station and began the long trek that would take him to the west end of Ottawa. Puzzled, he sent a query to the mysterious text-sender, and smiled when the initials J.J.A. were sent along with the next message...

"Hello Jeanne Junie Anglade, I didn't think I'd hear from you again," Stephen texted earnestly, and received a smiley face for his troubles. Puzzled, he was still looking at this messenger box when his cell phone rang. Jeanne Junie's melodious voice chimed in on the other line, and Stephen smiled, pleased to hear from her. This gal was definitely not like the others...

What followed was a two-hour conversation that began when the bus reached Bayview Station and continued until Stephen reached Marketplace Station in Barrhaven, and didn't end up until he reached his house, lay in bed, and kept on talking. Jeanne Junie could talk and talk, and the gal was funny, with a wicked sense of humor. Stephen couldn't get enough of her, and truth be told, he didn't want to...

"Have a good night, sweetie, don't want you to be addicted to me, yet," Jeanne Junie Anglade said to Stephen, at the end of their first phone conversation, which lasted one hundred and forty seven minutes. Afterwards, Stephen lay on his bed, with a big smile on his face. And to think his day started out morosely since his buddies Sam and Jerry had to work and couldn't make it to the movies. Stephen didn't mind, though. After all, he met a gorgeous woman there, and got her digits!

The following weekend, Stephen and Jeanne Junie went on an official 'meet and greet', which started at the Silver City movie theater, where they watched the movie Men In Black 3, which was better than they thought it would be, followed by lunch at the nearby restaurant Moxie's, and a walk around Gloucester. Stephen found himself enjoying Jeanne Junie's company. The gal was simply awesome...

"What did I get myself into?" Stephen said to Jeanne Junie, who insisted on paying for lunch at Moxie's since he took care of their movie tickets and drinks while at the theater. The young Haitian woman winked at him, and Stephen recalled a shudder coursing through him in that exact moment. Jeanne Junie licked her lips and smiled, looking at him in a provocative manner.

"Stephen, my brother, you won't even know what hit you," Jeanne Junie said, grinning mischievously, and Stephen smiled at her, drawn to his weird, beautiful chick who seemed to really get him. That's how it all began, his life-changing romance with Jeanne Junie Anglade, the beautiful, kinky and twisted, cunning and manipulative, and at times quite sweet, Haitian-born and Ottawa-bred gal who stole his heart. A tornado would have wreaked less havoc on his life...

"Stephen, focus," Jeanne Junie Anglade said, snapping her fingers and Stephen blinked, snatched out of his little trip down memory lane by that most annoying habit of hers. Jeanne Junie smiled at her submissive/fiancé Stephen and he sighed and waited expectantly. Jeanne Junie rose, and linked her arm with Stephen's, and then the two of them made their way to their favorite theater, formerly Silver City, now called Scotiabank Theater, to watch Fate Of The Furious.

"You were a bit rough last night," Stephen said to a smirking Jeanne Junie as they crossed the parking lot separating the Blair Shopping Center from the movie theater. The young woman grinned as she thought of all the mean and sexy things she did to her fiancé last night. Even for a woman well-aware of her tendency to be quite extreme, Jeanne Junie's fondness for pushing the envelope sometimes amazed even herself.

"I'm sorry, boo, I'll be gentler next time," Jeanne Junie whispered into Stephen's ear, and she looked down at his crotch, noticing the bulge forming there. Gently she patted his groin, and Stephen sighed and smiled. Jeanne Junie recalled how she tied him up last night, binding him with special chains, and then had her way with him. And poor Stephen didn't seem to realize that Jeanne Junie, a lifelong sadist, was just getting started...

"Ouch," Stephen cried out, as he lay on the bed, his hands and feet bound by chains, as his fiancée Jeanne Junie dominated the hell out of him. The sultry young Haitian woman looked absolutely fantastic in a black tank top and black leather miniskirt. With a wicked grin on her lovely face, Jeanne Junie stroked Stephen's long and thick, dark dick while working a huge dildo up his well-lubricated ass...

"Come on, Stephen, we both know you like this stuff, that's all you watch online, the femdom stuff," Jeanne Junie teased, laughing at Stephen while working the dildo up his ass. Stephen groaned and gritted his teeth against the pain, trying to tough it out. Jeanne Junie rammed the dildo up his ass mercilessly, and that's when Stephen cried out like a bitch. His screams of pain and wicked pleasure were sweet music to Jeanne Junie's ears...

"Fuck that was intense," Stephen sighed, a little while later, after Jeanne Junie removed the dildo from his ass. Lying next to her man, Jeanne Junie smiled at him and then kissed him. She and Stephen had been together for five years. In that time, they'd grown real close together. Stephen graduated with his business degree from Carleton University and now worked for KPMG. Jeanne Junie earned her Nursing degree from La Cite Collegiale and began working for an old folks home not far from downtown Ottawa. Life was good, and it was about to change...

"Life grabs you and doesn't let go," Jeanne Junie said, as she took Stephen's handsome face in her hands and looked into his eyes. The young Haitian man smiled hesitantly, and for a moment, Jeanne Junie bit her lip. She was about to tell him something, but decided the timing wasn't right. Some news had to be given at certain times and not others...

Jeanne Junie felt excited for herself and her fiancé. Stephen was about to become a daddy. Jeanne Junie found out she was pregnant a few days ago during a routine checkup at work. Their lives were about to change. Would they be ready? Jeanne Junie decided she'd break the news to Stephen after his birthday party next week. Pulling the sheets over herself, Jeanne Junie went to sleep. Even sadists need their beauty sleep...