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"The suspect, James Blacker, is considered armed and dangerous, he's wanted in connection with the Bank of America robbery on the south end of Detroit," said the pretty blonde reporter. Seated on her couch, Mistress Maleeka Browne sighed and shrugged. The tall and curvy, dark-skinned and big-bottomed, forty-something African American dominatrix yawned and stretched. With the U. S. economy in tatters, there weren't many clients calling for femdom work. If that shit continues, Mistress Maleeka Browne is going to have to get a regular job. Where's the fun in that?

"Another crazy black dude committing crimes when he could be doing other things," Mistress Maleeka Browne said to herself. After walking her dogs Lucky, Marquis and Harriet, she went to take care of her garden. While tending to her garden, Mistress Maleeka Browne listened to the hit song What I've Done by Linkin Park. She also ate some pistachios she'd bought at the Korean-owned grocery store down in the hood. Just an ordinary black woman going about her daily grind in the City of Detroit, Michigan.

Mistress Maleeka Browne used to work as a prostitute on the streets of Detroit, Michigan, before she became a professional dominatrix. A few years ago, after nearly overdosing on some bad drugs, Mistress Maleeka Browne found religion. The tall, sultry black woman stopped being a hooker, figuring that it's better to get paid to tie up and spank men for money instead of having sex with them. Mistress Maleeka Browne wants to eventually get out of this life of crime, find a husband and change her ways.

"Please send me a husband," Mistress Maleeka Browne said as she sang her prayers. The tall, mature black woman prayed fervently. Little did she know that her life was about to change. The City of Detroit, Michigan, is down the street from the City of Windsor, Ontario, but the two towns couldn't be more different. Mistress Maleeka Browne meets a lot of clients from Windsor, down in Ontario, Canada. Sometimes she wishes she could move to Canada and start fresh. Oh well...

James Blacker walked through the streets of west-end Detroit, decked out in a hooded sweatshirt and blue jeans. In a backpack, he carried the thirty thousand dollars he stole from the Bank of America located on Wentworth street in the south end of Detroit. James Blacker and his buddy Lincoln Lamont were supposed to get away and run to Mexico together with the loot but Lincoln got caught. James Blacker was on the run. He needed a place to hide until things cooled down.

As James roamed the streets, he wandered down a seedy block of Detroit's urban decay. There was a two-story house in the distance. The kind of tenement usually used by prostitutes, pimps, drug dealers and the like. James felt drawn to the place. As he drew near, he saw a tall, big-booty black woman tending to her garden. It was late September so that was weird. The Detroit winters are no joke. Sensing an opportunity, James snuck up on the bitch.

"Don't make a sound, or you're dead, bitch," James said as he grabbed the woman from behind. Mistress Maleeka Browne gasped as the big and tall black man grabbed her from behind. She felt his gun press against her temple. Nodding, she wisely remained silent. James smirked. He would use the bitch as a hostage if the cops came near, and use her place in order to hide until nightfall. Once night fell, James would make a run for the Canadian border. He'd been to Windsor, Ontario, plenty of times. He would be fine there.

"Please don't hurt me," Mistress Maleeka Browne said, and that's when the intruder suddenly gasped. James felt that he was choking, and suddenly realized why. The tall black woman had pistachios in her hands and mouth, and he was deathly allergic. As James passed out, he cursed his damn luck. Mistress Maleeka Browne watched as the intruder, a big and tall black man, collapsed. She rendered first aid to him, and then grabbed her cellphone. Time to call the police to come pick up this bad brother, right?

"Where am I?" James demanded as he awakened. He was in a basement somewhere, tied up on a bed. He wasn't in a hospital room or a jail cell, which was a good thing. As James looked around, he heard a faint chuckle. A tall, alluring black woman came forward, dressed in black and red leather. Mistress Maleeka Browne stood there, hands on her hips. James frowned, wondering what the bitch wanted.

"You're in my dungeon, James Blacker, I am Mistress Maleeka and you are going to be my slave," Mistress Maleeka Browne said firmly. James glared at Mistress Maleeka Browne. What the fuck was this bitch talking about? The black male criminal struggled against his bonds and the mature black dominatrix watched impassively. Shaking his head, James sat up on the bed in spite of the chains binding his arms and legs. What was this crazy bitch's problem?

"Look, I don't know you and I don't need to, I got some money, I'll give you half if you let me go," James said as calmly as he could. Mistress Maleeka Browne grinned and held up the backpack containing the money. Shaking her head, Mistress Maleeka Browne tossed aside the money bag and shook her head. The former black prostitute turned black dominatrix turned aspiring Christian woman doesn't believe in blood money. It isn't the Christian way at all...

"Mr. James Blacker, I am a black dominatrix and a Christian, I don't believe in blood money, and I am a woman of faith, I prayed for a husband and here you are," Mistress Maleeka Browne said with a smile. James looked at Mistress Maleeka Browne, astonished by her statement. What in the actual fuck? Looks like James jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. How can a brother be this unlucky? Hot damn! This bitch was crazy and James was going to have to think fast to get out from under her.

"I am a man of faith too, and if I am to be your husband and the head of your household, you must untie me," James said firmly. Mistress Maleeka Browne smiled and nodded. To James amazement, she untied him. To say that James was surprised would have been the understatement of the century. James massaged his hands and feet after Mistress Maleeka Browne freed him. Mistress Maleeka Browne could tell that James was mulling things over. Time to sweeten the deal...

"You are a free man, you can take the money and go, or you could say here, I will treat you like a king if you accept me as your queen," Mistress Maleeka Browne said with a smile. James stroked his chin as he considered the strange black woman's proposition. On the TV, the news blared and the reporters talked about Canadian law enforcement from Ontario cooperating with American cops from Michigan to capture James. They were watching the border along with the streets of Windsor, Ontario, and Detroit, Michigan. One way or another, James would be caught.

"I accept your proposal," James said at last, and Mistress Maleeka Browne smiled and nodded. That night, after cooking for James a meal fit for a king, Mistress Maleeka Browne showed her new man what she was made of. James sat on the couch as Mistress Maleeka Browne knelt before him. Taking James big black dick in her hands, Mistress Maleeka Browne stroked him. Just like that, the black dominatrix began sucking the black thug's big dark dick. Let the good times roll.

"I'm wife material, James, I cook, I clean, I listen to my man and I suck a mean dick," Mistress Maleeka Browne said gently. James nodded and watched as the tall, sexy black woman sucked his dick. James groaned in pleasure as Mistress Maleeka Browne massaged his balls while sucking his big black dick. Soon, she had him hard as a rock. James warned Mistress Maleeka Browne that he was about to cum but she didn't let up. When James came, Mistress Maleeka Browne drank his manly cum like a good bitch. How about that?

"That was fun, now, let's try this femdom shit you're into," James said, and Mistress Maleeka Browne grinned and nodded. First things first, though. Some sex is always good before some femdom stuff. Mistress Maleeka Browne got on all fours and offered her pussy and ass to James. Grinning, James slid two fingers into Mistress Maleeka Browne's pussy and sniffed them. Shaking his head, James spread Mistress Maleeka Browne's big black ass and lubricated her backdoor. Just like that, James pushed his big black cock into Mistress Maleeka Browne's asshole. Wicked fun must be had by any means necessary.

"Oh yeah, big daddy James, fuck my ass, I take it and I give it," Mistress Maleeka Browne said as James fucked her. Gripping her wide hips, he thrust his big black cock into the depths of her asshole. James playfully slapped Mistress Maleeka Browne's face like a real pimp and she laughed while licking his hand. Mistress Maleeka Browne fingered her pussy while James big black cock filled her asshole. The younger black man fucked the tall, big-booty mature black woman with gusto. James stretched Mistress Maleeka Browne's asshole with his huge black cock like a real one. Afterwards, the two of them relaxed and took a break before continuing.

"Show me that black femdom stuff, and go hard, I like the rough stuff," James said, and Mistress Maleeka Browne smiled and nodded. The tall, sexy mature black dominatrix showed the young black man what she was made of. She took out her whole bag of tricks and toys. James looked at the variety of toys and nodded, honestly impressed. Mistress Maleeka Browne paused before getting the show on the road. A brother must know what he is dealing with.

"James, I'm into face slapping, strap-on fucking, and putting men, especially black men, in chastity, are you cool with that?" Mistress Maleeka Browne asked. James nodded and grinned. Satisfied with James answer, Mistress Maleeka Browne decided to show him what she was made of. James winced as Mistress Maleeka Browne suddenly slapped his face. Grinning, Mistress Maleeka Browne put James on his knees and then grabbed his big black cock. Just like that, Mistress Maleeka Browne snapped a transparent chastity device on James big black cock and big black balls.

"Oh fuck, you're a mean bitch," James said, and Mistress Maleeka Browne smiled and nodded. James looked down at his big black cock and big black balls, now trapped by the chastity device. Mistress Maleeka Browne glowered at James while strapping it on and he felt both scared and turned on. Laughing, Mistress Maleeka Browne put James on all fours and made him spread his cheeks. Without further ado, she lubricated his asshole with lotion then pressed her strap-on dildo against his backdoor.

"I'm your mean bitch," Mistress Maleeka Browne said with a wicked grin. Just like that, she gripped James hips and thrust her dildo up his sweet black ass. The big black man groaned as the sexy mature black dominatrix penetrated his asshole with her strap-on dildo. Mistress Maleeka Browne heard James moan and groan as she pegged him and that made her pussy wet. Grinning, she continued to peg him. Black femdom has finally come to the black community in America and even black thugs cannot escape it. How cool is that?

"This black femdom shit is intense," James whimpered as Mistress Maleeka Browne continued to stretch his sweet black ass with her strap-on dildo. The tall, sexy mature black woman relished the power that she had over the big and tall younger black man. Mistress Maleeka Browne fucked James with her strap-on dildo until he begged for mercy. James sighed in relief as Mistress Maleeka Browne pulled the dildo out of his asshole. The two of them exchanged a smile before heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

"I am your ride or die, James, you are the husband sent to me from above," Mistress Maleeka Browne said to James, who smiled and nodded. The two of them went to bed as husband and wife that very same night. The Detroit Police, the Michigan State Police, the Ontario Provincial Police and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police looked for James Blacker for a long time. They never found him. The brother never left Detroit, where he lived for the rest of his days with his beautiful weirdo of a wife. That's a story for another time, though.