I am 6’3” Maasai woman. In my tribe I am still considered average. But when I went to London I towered most people. Everywhere I go I get the attention of everyone. My slim figure and excellent bone structure make me look exotic in the sea of white people. Men find my long shapely legs as a visual treat. My dark glowing skin was the envy of women and worshipped by men. I am an epitome of dark beauty. I have an authoritative presence that makes me cower at my feet. And with my height, all the more men find me intimidating, which made me a very effective mistress in the ebony femdom Goddess community. I got involved in the BDSM lifestyle when I was looking for a job here. And this is my story in the world of ebony femdom.

It was my first time in London. I took a chance to leave my life in my tribe and it took me to London. I was looking for a job to sustain a decent life in the city. I was desperate. I took a chance and went to a bar to see what offers I could get given my exotic ebony beauty. When I walked in everyone was in awe. I felt like a goddess walking in a room full of people, all eyes were on me. I have the full attention of the bar. When I settled down on a seat, like a goddess, one by one the men walked up to me to adore me, my beauty, my physique, my authoritative presence. They were presenting themselves as offerings, wanting to be my slave. Literally dropping to the floor to kiss my long ebony feet and worship me. One nice looking lady approached me and introduced me to this lifestyle. She showed me the reins and my life as a mistress in the ebony femdom goddess community began.

My first slave was a 6-foot Caucasian man who was an accountant of a big company based in London. He was my pain slut, my sissy, and my practice doll. He paid for my apartment and my bills. In return I would punish him for being a sissy slut. At times he would offer his balls for me to step on and kick whenever I was in a bad mood. He loved spoiling me with nice gifts. And I love spoiling his ass with my strap on while his little clitty was locked in a cage. After that we would go out for dinner, knowing his ass still hurts after I had fun with it. Then we would go to a bar with him still wearing his cage and make him watch me from a table in the corner while I flirt with other men. I love humiliating him like that, reminding him of his proper place. And when he can no longer afford me, it was time to let him go. I told him to find another mistress who would settle for a worthless slave and his useless wallet.

My next slave was a 5’10” tall, muscular, mixed race, young CEO of a small company in London. He was more generous than my previous slave. He provided me with a better apartment in the nice part of the city. He showered me with pretty things. I was like a queen to him. And he was really good with massaging my feet. At times I would make him beg to give me a foot-massage while my other foot was pressing his balls. But it got too boring. I wanted more in life and he could not give it to me. He offered to find me a better slave, someone who could offer me more and be a better slave for my pleasure.

Then came this older CEO of a global company. He was a 6-foot Caucasian, well-toned with graying hair. He didn’t look bad for his age. Just like the others, he was in awe of my exotic beauty and my tall stature. He gave me a lavish apartment with a good view of the city. He bought me Shibari lessons so I could practice on him. I love tying him up and making him service me. At times I would leave him tied up on a chair then come back home with another man and made him watch us have fun. I would make him clean up the mess and lick the cum from the cock of my other partner. One time, as a treat for me, he bought a cage for himself. I would sometimes lock him there. He would watch me as another younger man service me. And I would let my other partner cum all over him while he was locked up in a cage like a helpless animal. At times we would have a party with my friends from the ebony femdom goddess community and we would take turns punishing him. It was a real treat for my friends. And I was always proud of my little slave for taking all the punishments. Sometimes when I get bored of city life, we would go on a holiday. We would go to a tropical paradise and look for other willing slaves for me to torture with him. It was a fitting treat for a goddess like me.