Lying on his back, his legs in the air, my sub looks sinfully sexy as he waits for me. I met Raphael Dorvil a few weeks ago, while printing my work inside the Carleton University library. The tall, burly young Black man with the distinct Haitian accent walked up to me, offering his help and trying to act cool. I had seen him eyeballing me from across the room before deciding to make his move. Like all the others, he was gawking at my big heart-shaped Habesha booty. It's not his fault, really. Ethiopian girls like myself got the best booties in the African motherland.
Men are so predictable it's not even funny. When I walked into the library that morning in March, I could feel the gaze of many men drawn to my tall, shapely body. Men have always been drawn to me like moths to the proverbial flame. As a tall, sexy and curvy, intelligent Black woman, I embody a mystery and sensuality which men in this part of North America are simply not used to. My name is Bethlehem Amare and I was born and raised in the City of Jimma, southwestern Ethiopia. Three years ago my parents moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, in the capital region of Canada. I attend Carleton University, where I study criminology. I want to be a police officer someday. I get pretty busy at school, that's why it's important for me to have fun when I can.
Raphael Dorvil is part of that fun, whether he likes it or not. As a dominatrix, I need someone to dominate, and he fits the bill. I vividly remember the day we met. He probably thought he was going to come over all cool, get my digits and then show off to his friends. Little did he know that I am not like other Black females. You see, I am a dominatrix. I turn men into slaves because female domination is the nature of my game. It didn't take me long to seduce Raphael Dorvil and lure him into the world of BDSM, where I am queen and reign supreme.