Undisclosed desires. I think we all got them. My name is Claude Premier. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study Criminal Law. Ladies and gentlemen, I am a guy with a confession to make. A lot of people see me as the six-foot-five, burly dude with the dreadlocks and the unmistakable swagger making his way through the Carleton University campus like a lion in the savannah. Sorry if the imagery disturbs you, I'm kind of afro-centric. People know this about me because I often tell them. However, they really don't know what makes me tick. Recently, I discovered something new about myself. Something new. I am into BDSM. And I am a submissive. There, I finally admit it. The question is, what happens next?
I began looking for dominant women online. One mistake I made was to seek out a Black Dominatrix. It's not my fault. In my private life, I exclusively dated Black women up till that point. Somebody forgot to tell me that in the world of BDSM, Black men and Black women simply don't mix. Black Mistresses deal exclusively with White male and White female submissive types. Black Masters deal with White female submissive types and the occasional submissive gay or bisexual White male with a fetish for dominant Black men. Black folks avoid each other like the plague in the world of BDSM. It's a sad state of the affairs but I couldn't do anything about it. The few Black Dominatrix types I approached flat out told me that they didn't deal with submissive Black men. Their services were aimed at White male clients only. Wow. Isn't that a bit racist? I guess they don't see the irony. Whatever.
I quickly grew disgusted with the racial politics of the world of BDSM. A world where Black men and Black women hated each other with a passion and pandered their sensual services to White women and White men. Black female submissive types exclusively sought dominant White men. As for submissive Black males, they were never mentioned. Supposedly, there are no submissive Black men in the world of BDSM. The role of the Black male in BDSM is to be that of a Black Bull, an overly endowed sexual beast who defiles White women while their husbands watch. Such a limit on Black male sexual self-expression doesn't seem to bother either Black men or Black women in BDSM. I found myself increasingly disheartened as I discovered that racial segregation was alive and well in the most intimate of arenas. Black folks ignored their own and catered to the sexual desires of White folks. Both dominant White folks and submissive White folks had unlimited access to Black women and Black men in BDSM. Yet Black men and Black women's access to each other and to White folks was limited. And I'm the only Black person it bothers. I felt ashamed of my brothers and sisters in BDSM. They're pawns without even knowing it.
One day, I finally found the right Mistress for me. A five-foot-two, lean and simply harmless-looking gal who didn't look a day over twenty. If that. She had sparkly red hair, pale blue eyes and alabaster skin. Her name is Donna Ball. We had been talking on a website dedicated to the fetish lifestyle for a couple of weeks. As it turns out, Mistress Donna lived in the West End of Ottawa, Ontario. In the pricey area known as Barrhaven. I took the ninety bus from Hurdman Station and headed to Barrhaven. I'd only been in that part of town a couple of times. I was born and raised in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. The region of Ontario isn't a place I know very well. I have an uncle named William who lives in Barrhaven with his Irish-born wife and sons. They do alright for themselves. Me? I'm just a broke guy from Montreal studying in Ottawa. I got off the bus and began walking to the address which Mistress Donna texted me mere moments ago while I was on the bus.
